At this moment, on the face of the Lich condensed from negative energy, only the purest, most extreme hatred and madness remained.
It let out a roar and a howl twisted beyond recognition of a human shape, filled with malice and spite.
The phylactery was controlled by another, and it fell into the hands of a long-lived, immensely powerful, and avariciously stingy Evil Dragon! The remnants of Phillips's consciousness saw not a glimmer of hope for escape.
His path of revenge had only just begun, and it was forced to end completely.
The twisted heart of the Lich transferred and poured all his overwhelming hatred for Luo Sern Saint King and the Federation onto the Red Iron Dragon in front of him.
Moreover, the last pride belonging to a Legendary Powerhouse within him would never allow him to grovel, to serve as a slave or servant.
At this moment, the only thought left in his remaining consciousness was one.
