Kuziman burst into wild laughter. Although his body was lifted into the air by Lynch's arm, he showed no sign of accepting defeat. The old mage tightly grasped Lynch's refined gold arm, using all his strength to try to twist it. But his lich claws couldn't make it budge an inch nor leave the slightest mark on it.
"Do you think you can kill me like this?" Kuziman glared at Lynch, waving his fists, "Even if you destroy this body, I will be reborn from the ashes. Stronger and more vicious than before! Between you and me, the victor was decided from the start, but it won't be you, absolutely not you!"
