Chapter 144: Black Witch Sect, Kaelthar the Necrolord

On the altar, rune-carved stone pillars bound Benson Santee hand and foot… The wild-haired old man meant to refine Benson Santee into a Corpse Puppet. Benson Santee, however, played along and turned the trap back on him. "Heh, heh…" The elder on the stone dais let out a chilly, sinister chuckle. He lifted the Nether Umbra Flame and hurled it at Benson Santee. "Whoosh!" The fireball formed from the Nether Umbra Flame shot straight into Benson Santee's body. In an instant, tongues of white...