A Proper Necromancer

On a gloomy plain, two groups of undead servants from opposing sides fought in a deadly melee. A dazzling beam of holy light descended from the sky and struck the Saint-tier necromancer Charliex. “You have a bone dragon and countless undead servants... So how can you still cast holy light?” Chen Feng's lips curled into a faint smile. “A necromancer who can't use Light magic isn't a qualified necromancer.” “You... You...” “Pfft...” Charliex spat blood and died.