Worse, if the stalemate had continued, his own small reserve of Origin Power might have been whittled away bit by bit.
Finally!
It retreated.
The restless and chaotic Abyssal Aura retreated from Grom's Brain Domain like a receding tide, quickly settling into the corpse's limbs, bones, and internal organs.
But Lynch did not press his advantage.
The clash had been a dual confrontation of both energy and will. It was a perilous and intense process that had consumed a great deal of his Spiritual Power. By now, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him from the depths of his soul.
'I should quit while I'm ahead.'
Lynch let out a long breath, knowing that refining this corpse was by no means an overnight task.
After all, the corpse was Tier Seven, while he was only a Tier Two Necromancer. Even with his high-level skills, the gap was still too vast.
