Looking at the group of corpse puppets before them that no longer feared being devoured, the tall and thin Evil Spirit Master's expression changed drastically. Having consumed a fifth of his soul power without managing to inflict even a single bit of effective damage, it was all completely in vain—how could he not be terrified?
The other short and stout Evil Spirit Master was in an even worse plight. He had wanted to aid his tall and thin companion, but the Liches beat him back until he had no room to counterattack. These creatures had not a single drop of blood to drain, forcing him to rely on the melee soul tool in his hand just to fight!
An Evil Spirit Master fighting with a melee soul tool—the mere thought of such a thing carried an immense sense of absurdity.
Chapter 477