The left path sequence starts with the animal tamer

The overwhelming resentment in the Dragon Nail is not only harmless to the lich, but is also a great tonic. The lich is famous for its control of death and resentment.

As for the holes made by the Wrathful Dragon Nail, that was even less of a problem. Having more holes on the lich wouldn't affect anything. The lich didn't care at all.

Feng Weiluo stretched out his hand, and the dragon nail shook, broke free from the lich's hand, and flew back into his hand.

"It seems that to deal with the undead, I need the authentic Black Dog Nail. The Resentful Dragon Nail is invincible against living creatures, but it is not very useful against these undead." Feng Weiluo thought to himself.

On the contrary, the authentic black dog nails contain yang energy, which is the most effective in restraining undead creatures, especially zombies and liches.

During the fight, Feng Weiluo discovered that his secret technique was quite powerful, but this time his opponent was the undead, so the means he could use were a little weak.

The secret techniques he relied on the most were not very effective against undead creatures. As for the large-scale death energy attack of the original flying head technique, it also had no effect on these undead creatures.

Liches are also undead spirits that are good at using death clouds. Although they are not the same thing as the black clouds cast by von Willow's flying head technique, they are basically the same, as the main body is composed of the air of death.

This death aura is powerful and effective against living beings, but it is ineffective against undead beings. It cannot be said that it is ineffective, but rather that this death cloud can have a certain amplifying effect on undead beings.

At this time, the Panlong wooden staff in the sky turned into a flying dragon and was joining forces with Morrill to beat the two bone dragons, leaving them without any ability to fight back.

"Left-hand secret technique: paper cutting!"

Feng Weiluo flipped his hand, took out five paper figures that had been prepared long ago from the space, and threw them into the air. Three of the paper figures grew in the wind and soon became guardian warriors more than three meters tall.

As Feng Willow's strength increased, the secret techniques he had learned also became more powerful. The five paper figures turned into five tall giants wearing armor.

With the addition of these paper men, the silver-armored zombies led by Taris were finally able to hold off the terrifying knight in black armor.

Neither Feng Willow's most skilled beast creation nor the plague had any effect against these undead.

"Willow, I knew you would come to find us." Taris shouted excitedly when she saw Feng Willow joining. At this moment, she was no longer the majestic female general on the battlefield, but a young wife who longed to see her husband in times of crisis.

Seeing Taris so excited, Feng Willow secretly regretted that he should have come here earlier. But it was naturally not appropriate to say this.

"Who are those over there? Why are they attacking you?" Feng Willow asked.

"His name is Nimbas, and he is a corpse wizard. He saw the Frostwolf Battle Axe in my hand and wanted to rob it. Later, during the battle, he took a fancy to the zombies you made and wanted to seize the secret technique of making zombies.

At the same time, he also took a fancy to Moril and wanted to refine her into a corpse dragon. "Taris was full of grievances, but he finally saw his relatives.

She had never suffered such injustice before. The past few months had been too difficult. If they hadn't had the hope in their hearts that Feng Weiluo would definitely come to find them, they would probably not have been able to hold on until now.

Not only is there the powerful lich Nimbas watching them all the time, but more importantly, the icy and snowy environment makes them see no hope at all.

"Okay, I'm here, I'll take care of everything." Feng Willow said firmly. He also knew that Taris was under too much pressure during this period.

Feng Willow jumped off the Plague Hydra. The Plague Hydra was an important fighting force, and even in this icy and snowy environment its consumption was very high.

The seven heads roared to the sky at the same time, emitting a terrifying aura of plague, and charged towards the other side. If the other side was a living being, this powerful aura of plague would be enough to infect the other side with the plague.

Unfortunately, the opponent was the undead, and the most powerful means of the Plague Hydra was of no use.

"Left-handed secret technique: raising corpses!"

Feng Willow stretched out his hand and pointed. The zombies originally controlled by the opposite side were killed, and then summoned again by Feng Willow's secret technique.

Normally, a corpse that has been enslaved by the magic of the dead has no use value after death and has no ability to stand up again.

But Feng Weiluo's secret art of death is completely different from the secret art of death in this world. Although they are both zombies in appearance, their inner selves are different.

A group of dead bodies lying on the ground stood up again and waved their weapons at their former companions. The scales of victory had already tilted towards Feng Willow.

Now, this secret technique of resurrecting corpses has become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

"Who are you? Are you performing the latest undead secret art of this era?" Nimbas asked curiously.

"Why do you think I would tell you?" Feng Willow was very surprised to see the lich's tone as if he were an old friend. Both sides were hostile to this extent, and they could still ask questions.

"Because you are also a necromancer, and all necromancers come from the Death Cult. We had many misunderstandings before, but since we all come from the Death Cult, we can naturally sit down and talk.

"I am your senior. It was my fault for attacking your wife. I am willing to make compensation. For many epochs, our Death Cult has been hated by the whole world. If we continue to fight among ourselves, we will have no chance of survival." Nimbas said sincerely.

Feng Willow had heard of the Death Cult and even cooperated with them. The current leader of the Death Cult was called Nagus. He was a member of the Cult Alliance and had once robbed the Crystal Palace of the Anerfa Empire.

But later on, Feng Weiluo felt that he was not the same kind of person as them and that his values ​​did not match theirs, so he stopped contacting them.

Feng Willow was also weighing the pros and cons in his mind. They had the upper hand now, but creatures like liches were extremely difficult to kill, and there were many ways to resurrect them.

And even if he wins, this lich is obviously a poor guy and he shouldn't get any spoils.

"I'm not a member of the Death Cult, but I know the current leader of the Death Cult and we have a good relationship. If you are willing to give me the two skull dragons as compensation, I can consider forgiving you for offending my wife." Feng Willow said. "Since you can control the undead, whether you are a member of the Death Cult or not, in the eyes of the outside world, you are a member of the Death Cult and will be hostile to all living beings.

Not only ordinary creatures, but also those gods who are about to revive, almost all gods are hostile to the dead. Even if you don't join the Death Cult now, you will join it in the future.

As long as you still master the secret art of controlling the undead, you will definitely become a member of our Death Cult. What kind of organization do you think the Death Cult is?
We are just an organization that keeps each other warm. As for you wanting my two bone dragons, that's impossible. They are my most powerful assistants.

And even if I give it to you, the bone dragon cannot truly submit to you. How about this, I see that your secret technique of refining zombies is very powerful. As a senior of the Death Cult, I can teach you the secret technique of refining terror knights.

The Horror Knights you see now are just defective products, and they are not able to fully exert the abilities of Horror Knights because of the poor quality of the materials.

The real Terror Knight is an undead creature standing at the top of Sequence 4. Some Sequence 3 monsters may not be able to defeat the Terror Knight. Yes, I am talking about your Hydra." Nimbas highly praised the Terror Knight.

Feng Weiluo was really tempted by the method of refining the Terror Knight.

He turned to look at Tallis and Morrill. They were the ones who had been wronged during this period, so it was not easy for him to agree to a settlement directly.

Taris obviously saw Feng Willow's heartbeat, she just smiled at him gently and said, "As long as it's your decision, I support it."

Instead, Moril said angrily: "No, Feng Willow, you don't know what kind of life we ​​have been living in these days. I will not be satisfied until this man dies!"

"Okay, I understand. I will definitely avenge you!" Feng Weiluo said firmly.

"Nimbas, today is the day you die. You must pay for what you have done." Feng Willow said firmly. As he spoke, he waved his hand and a huge red ghost appeared in the air.

It was the plague ghost summoned by Feng Willow from the ghost ship. It was also the strongest undead in Feng Willow's hands.

"Young man, do you know what the consequences are of offending an undead lich to death? It will make you and your descendants live in fear for generations to come." Nimbas said with a grin.

"Hmph, it's just a lich, what does it matter? Even if it's a resurrected god, I have killed it before." Feng Weiluo said confrontingly.

Seeing Feng Willow's confident look, Nimbas also felt a little timid. The older you are, the less courageous you are. The reason why he has survived from the last era to the present is because of his cautiousness. He never underestimates any opponent.

"You may be young, but you have a big mouth." Nimbas said with a grin.

At this moment, the outcome of the battle in the sky had already been decided. Moril could have suppressed the two bone dragons alone, but the two bone dragons fought desperately to stop her, and she had no way to support the battle below.

Now with the help of the Panlong Wooden Staff turning into a flying dragon, the two bone dragons were beaten without any chance to fight back. Soon, Moril, who had seized the opportunity, twisted the head off of one of them with one claw.

The other one saw that the situation was not good and wanted to escape, but was entangled tightly by the divine dragon transformed from the Panlong wooden staff.

"Secret Technique: Aging!"

The bone dragon was really anxious. With its strength, even the undead had enough wisdom. Seeing that all its companions had died, it immediately decided to fight to the death.

Aging is a very powerful curse that can deprive the opponent of vitality and make the opponent become dying.

This secret technique can have a good effect even if it is used on Morrill. Unfortunately, the flying dragon transformed by the Panlong Wooden Staff is not a living creature at all. This curse on the flesh poses no threat to the Panlong Wooden Staff.

Instead, the divine dragon took advantage of this opportunity, rushed close, and hit the bone dragon hard in the chest, breaking two of its ribs with this blow.

After the Panlong Wooden Staff transformed into a flying dragon, it slammed into the Bone Dragon without waiting for the next move. The Bone Dragon had seen the power of the Divine Dragon and did not dare to resist it. It wanted to retreat, but Moril had already arrived.

Morrill really hated these two bone dragons. Even though she was not an orthodox dragon, she still had a deep hatred for bone dragons.

A breath of frost came out, and the bone dragon had no way to avoid being hit head-on by it, and its body was instantly covered in frost and ice.

With the strength of the bone dragon, although such damage is serious, it is not enough to kill the bone dragon. As long as there is a breath of time, it can use its strength to break the power of this frost breath.

But at this time, it was a luxury to have a moment's rest, as the dragon tail of the Panlong Wooden Staff had already hit it. The bone dragon could only barely raise its front limbs to resist, but was knocked back by the dragon's tail. Unfortunately, its feet were frozen on the ground, even though they had no owner.

Even if it loses both supports, it is not a fatal injury to a bone dragon. The vitality of undead creatures is so tenacious.

Nimbas said that the situation was serious, but in fact he had already planned to escape. Seeing that one of the two bone dragons had been lost and the other one had been seriously injured, he immediately knew that the situation was hopeless.

Twenty Horror Knights turned their horses around at the same time and began to flee. The other massive numbers of low-level Undead were still attacking like a tide, buying time for the Horror Knights to escape.

"Don't let him run away, Morrill." Feng Willow greeted Morrill in the air.

"Don't worry, he can't run away." Moril said confidently.

Morrill looked at Nimbas who was fleeing in a panic, and felt unprecedented joy in his heart. He had been teleported to this area through space, and the past few months had been really difficult. To make matters worse, he was being chased by a powerful lich.

Moril's speed was very fast. How could running on the ground be compared with flying in the sky? With just a flap of its wings, Moril had already caught up with Nimbas.

"Nimbas, I never thought you would fall into my hands. Thank you for hunting me down for the past few months. Now it's time for me to repay you for your kindness in taking care of me." Moril said happily. (End of this chapter)