This Black Corpse wore rotting noble attire, and at its waist hung a single-handed sword with a scabbard inlaid with Gemstones.
Though its flesh had withered away, its skin was jet-black, and its muscles and bones looked as if they were forged from black iron, giving it an appearance of extreme durability.
Simply by standing there, it exuded a powerful, deathly aura.
Moreover, two balls of chilling, eerie-green Soul Fire burned deep within its eyes, a clear sign that this was an intelligent Undead Creature.
And right now, its gaze was fixed intently on Avril.
It was her. She was the one who had cast that sickening Holy Light.
Avril's heart trembled under its gaze. Her legs went weak, and she stumbled backward, falling against a broad, sturdy chest.
Uh...
Under normal circumstances, Lynch might have teased her with a line or two, something like, 'Of all the times to make a move on me...'
But now, Lynch felt a headache coming on. He simply pulled her behind him.
