The dark green decaying flames completely devoured the remains of Anderson's aberration. The filthy pus evaporated in the blaze, leaving only a few strands of venomous black smoke reluctantly dissipating in the snowstorm. However, just when Lynch thought the dust had settled—
"Ah—!!!"
A piercing soul scream that did not sound human suddenly erupted from the heart of the scorched impurity!
A distorted, dim, crack-filled pure white soul image—
It was Anderson's last remnant soul!
Like a moth disturbed, it fled the flames with utmost fear! It had completely lost its previous arrogance, left only with pure terror of complete annihilation, flitting madly and aimlessly through the air, trying to escape this Land of Death.
Lynch's gaze intensified.
Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!
This is the simplest survival law in the Wizard World. Especially for such a vengeful enemy like Anderson, letting his soul escape would be a future disaster!
