‘Fortunately, he is a Necromancer,’ Noah thought. ‘If he was a Summoner, I would have no chance of winning.’
Although he was outnumbered four to one, the silver-haired boy still had a calm look on his face.
Knowing that his opponent wouldn’t give him any breather from this point onwards, Noah took a fighting stance and pressed his thumb over the small spike located on the handle of his whip.
Blood dripped from his thumb, but this blood of his was immediately absorbed by the handle of his whip, as if it was a sponge.
His opponent wasn’t aware of what Noah did and ordered his Undead Creatures to attack his opponent without showing any mercy.
“Sorry, but I’ll be ending this battle now, Dud,” the Necromancer said with confidence.
Noah didn’t reply and simply lashed his whip at the Undead Wolf that had leapt towards him from his right side.
The Mummy, and the other Undead Wolf, also charged at Noah, but the silver-haired boy prioritized the wolf that was nearest to him.