The Strength of a Necromancer

Narrowing his eyes, Hui Yue watched how Deng Wu carelessly brushed the dust off his robe, as he was completely unharmed. He was not thrilled about the price he had paid to stay intact.

At first, Deng Wu had summoned all the souls he had inscribed into that particular leather inscription. Now one was utterly destroyed with no means of resurrection. The other seven were haggard; their speed reduced along with their illusionary bodies which had become much more transparent.

Deng Wu looked at the seven shadows as though they were trash before he waved his hand and they completely dissipated causing Hui Yue to feel a great shock. For now, he had no intention of landing on the ground in the range of the shadows. Now that Deng Wu had removed them, the handsome man should be at a disadvantage. He still stood there, slyly smiling as he looked at Hui Yue, taunting the younger to try out his attacks once more.