Chapter 455: Mark
Even if undead creatures lose a limb or two, it only makes them harder to move. The fastest way to bring them down is to destroy their soul fire.
But advanced undead like Death Knights have intelligence and retain fragments of their memories from life. Naturally, they know how to protect their soul fire.
The Death Knight let out a low, guttural roar. The twin ghostly flames in its eye sockets flickered wildly, as if provoked, burning with mad intensity. The moment its skull turned toward Leon, the Nightmare beneath it surged forward, charging at Leon like a shadow.
The crazed Death Knight stomped the ground with every step, making the earth tremble for several meters around.
Its speed was terrifying, each movement accompanied by sharp 'crack' sounds as it tore through the air.
Th-this...!
At that moment, Weiss—surrounded by skeletal warriors—caught sight of the scene. His eyes went wide in shock, cold sweat breaking out across his skin.
With his keen eyesight, Weiss could tell the Death Knight atop the Nightmare was fighting at nearly peak level 36—almost equal to his own power in the past. The Death Knight was less than ten meters from the young mage; one more charge would send the mage flying, and even a level 6 Sword Saint would be badly injured by such a collision.
As for the mage's frail body, there's no need to mention it—even pulverization is possible under such force!