The Undead Mage is at Silver Peak. If it were on the Bone Plain, it could drown Chen Feng with just the Skeleton Sea, but having descended here, it must abide by the power of rules, and is unable to summon endless skeletons to fight.
Spatial Skill.
It excels in spatial magic, but can only open a space of two square meters, thus fitting only the Three-winged Demon Fly and the Skeleton Guards, along with some personal items.
Currently, the skeletons of the Undead Mage are suppressed, and even itself is lying on the ground, forced to gaze up at Chen Feng with a submissive look.
"Will you submit? Serve me obediently. If you refuse, I'll turn you into a true skeleton right now!"
Chen Feng pointed his sword at the eyes of the Undead Mage, emitting a deep, killing sound.
Across the plaza, besides the panting of the Dark Elf, there remained only the authoritative, murderous voice of Chen Feng!
Other than this, the scene was silent!
