Bloody Throne

The Necromancer looked at the young man in front of him in horror and said tremblingly: "Who... Are you?" Even including the huge bone dragon, the huge undead army behind him did not provide him with any sense of security. Fear, all that was left in his heart at this time was fear. "The Church of God-given Glory Holy Cultivators, the Holy Knight Holy Inquisitor, Ilanlot Santa Cruz..." The young man replied calmly, while a heart-stopping blood-red light shone in his pupils. "So you are..." The Necromancer's pupils shrank sharply: "No, you can't be like this, I am..." A powerful force of destruction gathered between heaven and earth, and the Necromancer had no chance to continue speaking. "You can already die..." The young man said softly. A burst of dazzling light flashed, and there was silence between heaven and earth. The Necromancer and his huge army of undead disappeared into the world, leaving no trace.