Alka swung the Scythe, extinguished the flames on the headband, and then hung it at his waist.
A small white flame appeared in his hand, which he threw into the fire pit.
The white Holy Flame altered the surrounding orange-red fire, transforming it into a pure white Holy Fire.
Within the Holy Fire, a wisp of protein-colored soul floated out, lingered in the air for a moment, and then disappeared.
Seeing this scene, Alka nodded in satisfaction.
He had just discovered that the enemy's movements were unusually strange, as if something was affecting this body, preventing it from launching an attack. Otherwise, Alka wouldn't have been able to take down this zombie so easily.
Sure enough, it was the soul within the shell that hadn't completely dissipated, praying for eternal peace.
Meanwhile, the conduits within the shell filled with Undead Energy and Black Oil forcibly controlled the shell to launch an attack.
