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Werther pointed to the three Undead Knights and shouted, "Evil Undead, accept the judgement of Light! "Sword of Light!" A light sword flew out at full speed towards the Undead Knight. The sword of light magic was a light magic of the eighth step, and light magic was very strange. Amongst low rank magic, there weren't any methods of attack, and instead, most of them assisted in healing, and only with the addition of the fourth step and above, would it give rise to the corresponding attack magic. In contrast, the power of these magic was higher than other magic of the same step, especially for the Darkness and Necromancy element. As the Sword of Light rapidly approached them, the three Undead Knights revealed looks of fear and dread for the first time.

Although it was a subordinate of Mandela, a knight at the ninth step of the Sword Saint level, the truth was that their consciousness wasn't high enough, at most, it was only a projection of their original body in the underworld. Therefore, they could only use the primitive sprint to kill Werther, but facing the light magic that specialized in suppressing them, their instinctive reaction still made them have a trace of a human-like expression.

The three of them did not dare to use their spears to block it, and at the same time turned their horses around in an attempt to dodge it. Although that sword of light resembled a magic of light, in reality, it was made up of pure Yang energy, and contained a trace of Werther's true consciousness. In the midst of the wind and drizzling rain, only three Undead Knights were standing there in a daze, while the howls of endless wraiths resounded in their ears. Van'er's voice was already filled with fear and depression, "That's impossible! If you were a Light Mage, why would they let me kill you! "That's impossible!"

Werther didn't pay any attention to the three Undead Knights. He had already silently determined where Van'er was from the start, based on the source of his voice. Although Van'er had used many methods to hide himself, the gloomy aura exclusive to Necromancers betrayed him like a light, and a small light sword appeared in Werther's palm. It was just that this sword was even more condensed than the previous one. He heard a mournful scream. He turned his head and saw a black shadow staggering out of the air. His entire body was surrounded by the white light and he screamed miserably. Werther sneered. "When you were killing someone, you should have known that you would also end up like this one day, but I didn't even use Holy Light to roast you alive, which is already a big advantage for you!"

That figure was Van'er. As a necromancer, being struck by such a high concentration of Light Elemental Sword, it was impossible for him to survive. Even his soul was burnt to the ground by the Holy Flames, so he asked in a resentful tone, "I am using magic to hide, how can you possibly find me?" Werther smiled. "I have no comment on that."

Van'er's face was filled with even more hatred. He gasped for breath and said, "You thought that by killing me, you would..." Is everything all right? We... Seven from the Undead Temple... The Sage will... Avenge me! I... In the Infernal Realm … "Waiting for you …"

The sound became softer and softer as a white light surrounded his entire body, turning him into ashes. Werther sighed. This guy's level of Necromancy isn't high, he is only at the eighth step, not yet at the Saint-rank. Not to mention abandoning his physical body and using the ritual of the underworld to turn himself into an even more ruthless lifeform — Lich.

If he were to become a Lich, even if he were to be struck by the Sword of Light, as long as the soul case with the core of his soul still exists, he would not perish. However, it is a pity that he met Werther and he was killed before he could even use a lot of methods.

Werther heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger welled up in his mind. A sword aura suddenly shot out from Vance's mind, a sword aura carrying an incomparably dense destructive intent flying straight out! Without even thinking about it, his body began to emit crackling sounds. His hands formed a seal, and a Heavenly Demon Break shot out. "It collided with the black sword qi and collided with the Heavenly Demon Palm. It unexpectedly couldn't offset the sword qi. It was still flying toward Werther.

Werther was extremely surprised and did not dare to relax. He circulated his zhen Qi and hacked three times at the Heavenly Demon Palm in succession to neutralize the sword qi and dissipate it in the air. However, that extremely condensed and pure killing intent still greatly astonished Werther. This was definitely the sword aura from a peak Dark Sword Saint, and it even had a strand of sword intent smelting inside of it. "However, this sword Qi was hidden in Vick's mind, and was ejected right before his death, so it might not be that simple after all." This fellow was indeed being used by others. Furthermore, there was a ban placed on him in his mind, as to prevent him from revealing some secrets. This person has such a vicious heart! "

Werther turned his head to look at the three knights of light who had been pierced by the sword of light, and a wound was left on their bodies. A layer of white light was attached to the wound, and it was the leftover light element which was purifying and neutralizing the netherworld spiritual energy that was forming their bodies, while the same netherworld spiritual energy was churning, trying to neutralize the invading light element. Werther shook his head and slowly raised both of his hands, a ball of pure yang energy flowing in each of his palms. Now that he no longer had a prying eye like Van'er, he could brazenly use Taoist magic to disperse the Undead Knights. His right hand suddenly formed a sword sign with his middle finger, and he wrote talismans in the air.

Werther took a deep breath and shouted, "Pure Yang Suppression, Yin Dispersal, Evil Suppression Talisman, Old Lord Taishang is extremely anxious!" "Go!" Strangely, a talisman floated in the air from the void, receiving Werther's finger of zhenqi. Suddenly, a golden light flashed, followed by the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger, and transformed into a golden light, enveloping the three Nether Knights in one go. The light was even more intense than the Holy Flames of Light, burning the three Undead to nothingness in a blink of an eye!

After annihilating the great enemy, Werther suddenly sat down on the ground, panting heavily. He had just launched two consecutive attacks in a row, and it seemed to be an incomparably magnificent sight, but in reality, half of his True Primal Chaos Qi had already been consumed, especially the simulation of the display of light magic, which brought some burden to his spirit and body. After all, he had never stepped into the domain before, and only after reading some methods of manipulation in the book was he able to arrange the elements, guide them, release them, and so on.

Werther sat paralyzed for a moment, then slowly began to breathe. Although the surroundings were filled with the aura of death of the undead, it seemed to Werther that it was just some extremely negative vitality, and he still absorbed it without any hesitation. After a while, there was a new replenishment of yin aura in his dantian, and it once again filled up. The corpses of the townspeople were controlled by Van'er. With the death of Van'er, the spiritual force that was used to control the zombies also dissipated, and the zombies once again returned to their former state, quietly lying on the ground.

Werther had a complicated look on his face as he looked at the corpses that littered the ground. Originally, these residents were living happily, without worry, but just because they wanted to attack him, they were all killed by the evil mages, using their souls as sacrifices. Not only that, but their bodies were also used as weapons, and according to what Vick said, this world didn't have the same mechanism of reincarnation as in his previous life. These souls were either devoured by the evil spirits of the underworld, or they could only wander around the world by themselves.

Werther swore to himself: "If I could, I would find a place for the souls of these dead innocent people. Alas, I made a vow, to control the injustice of the world, but I could not even do the lives of these innocent people. "Werther, oh Werther, what kind of Dao did you cultivate, and what kind of deities did you become?"

Suddenly, he heard the ghostly wails. Countless ghosts flew toward him in a black mass. Among them, the elderly, women and children, as well as young, robust and strong women, all wailed sorrowfully. They all knelt in front of Werther and kept kowtowing. Werther knew that this was not an illusion, but a real world. He had cultivated Taoist Zhen Qi, and now that the Yin Master had left his body, he had the Divine Vision, so he could be damned, especially after Van'er died, the many souls he had imprisoned also escaped. They had just died, and their consciousness had not been destroyed yet; knowing that it was Werther who had killed the evil Necromancer and saved them, they all ran over to express their gratitude to Werther, but unfortunately, they didn't know that the fate waiting for them would be even more miserable.

With tears in his eyes, he said slowly, "I, Werther, swear today that if I have the ability in me, I will make your people leave the Sea of Bitterness, go through reincarnation, obtain the supreme fruit, and never retreat!" It turned out that the tragedy before him had triggered a trace of his innate compassion. Coincidentally, he had accidentally made him swear such an oath.