A True 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.