Just as the life-annihilating palm strikes were about to land,
BOOM!
A dull shockwave exploded in everyone's ears.
The numerous palms that had been ambushing them all exploded at once, turning into Necromancy Black Mist.
Even so, the backs of several ordinary police officers were seared by the Necromancy Black Mist, and they cried out in pain.
The Transcendents who had snapped back to their senses all felt a surge of relief. 'If Zorn hadn't just counterattacked, we would have all likely been injured, and the ordinary people would have probably all been killed instantly.'
Just as the Transcendents reacted and raised their guards,
Zorn moved like an afterimage, swiftly arriving in a nearby alleyway.
In the dark and silent alley, faintly illuminated by the scattered golden halo of the sun, a Level 5 Necromancer Bloodline Mage dressed in white sun robes stood shrouded within a plume of undead gray mist.
A strange expression appeared on his gaunt, hollowed-out face.
