"Here they come, our reinforcements, a Seventh Rank Necromancer from the Necromancy School—Black Dasta!"
Seeing the appearance of the newcomer, the Flying Goldfish slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
In a cluster of pale blue ghostly fires that emerged from unknown when, a black-robed spellcaster stood proudly on the back of a gigantic Bone Dragon, holding a pale bone staff in hand.
With a light stamp of his foot, the empty eye sockets of the massive Bone Dragon flared fiercely with a verdant ghostly fire. Then, it opened its boney maw to the sky, emitting a silent roar.
The intangible and formless sound of the soul instantly swept across the entire battlefield, causing all the professionals present to turn pale, their minds subjected to varying degrees of shock.
"No matter how many times I see Lord Black Dasta, I always feel a chill throughout my body. Thank goodness he's on our side."
Rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, Ying Ji Changkong shivered from the cold.
