"Has it disappeared?"
David muttered to himself, but deep down he wasn't completely relaxed.
He knew that this formidable enemy might not have been completely defeated, perhaps only temporarily hidden in the shadows.
At that moment, the earth trembled slightly.
A chilling aura once again spread from the surroundings.
A sudden bad premonition hit David's heart.
"Could it be—"
Suddenly, low and hoarse whispers came from all directions, as if the undead who had been summoned and then scattered in battle had gathered again.
Behind these undead, a vague and sinister figure gradually appeared—it was the Bloodline Wizard Leader.
His twisted face bore a sly and proud smile, looking at David as if he were prey.
"Did you think I would surrender so easily?" His voice was cold and eerie as if coming from the Netherworld.
"The Power of Death is endless, indestructible, even beyond resistance! I have never truly disappeared, and you—you are merely paying for your ignorance!"
