nough. He resorted to a blizzard scroll, unleashing a fierce snowstorm that slowed the necromancers. Despite the icy weather impeding his fire abilities, it was more disadvantageous for the necromancers, who couldn’t evade Brutols' strikes.

Having eliminated six or seven elite necromancers, the lich leader felt the sting of significant losses. He had underestimated Brutols, realizing the formidable threat he posed. Fearful, the lich ordered a retreat, unwilling to risk his lengthy life, though over 230 years old. But Brutols wasn’t about to let him escape easily.

With a burst of speed, Brutols charged at the fleeing lich. The lich’s necromancer guards tried to shield their master, their souls bound to the lich, ensuring they’d perish if he did. They summoned various monsters to block Brutols, who cursed under his breath, realizing the lich might get away. But Brutols was determined to make the lich pay dearly, ensuring he would never forget this encounter.

Chapter 7: The Pursuit and Escape of the Lich (1)

Undoubtedly, the one feeling worse than Brutols right now was the lich. He was running for his life, desperate to avoid being killed by an unknown young man. Brutols had the power to defeat the lich, and if the lich wasn’t so far away, Brutols could have easily taken him down with a fireball. Brutols’ fireballs were incredibly hot, capable of penetrating the lich’s shield and melting his wicked soul.

The necromancers, who usually fawned over their master, were not willing to risk their lives to protect him now. They merely summoned minor creatures to shield the lich. Despite their numbers, they were no real challenge for Brutols. What troubled Brutols was not their resistance but the need to catch the fleeing lich. This situation was becoming quite a hassle for Brutols.

Sighing, Brutols swiftly dispatched a massive skeleton warrior three times the height of an adult male. This warrior carried a sword far from ordinary, but against Brutols, a powerful pyromancer, it was merely a target. Had Brutols been a melee fighter, he might have struggled, but his fire abilities made dealing with the skeleton warrior effortless. His fireball hit the skeleton warrior’s enormous face, causing it to collapse and break a necromancer’s leg. With practiced ease, Brutols finished off the necromancer with another fireball, adding one more to his tally.

“Damn, the lich is getting farther away,” Brutols noted, having destroyed most of the necromancers' summoning creatures. Some were the necromancers' most valuable creatures, yet they hesitated to summon them. Considering Brutols' ferocity, summoning them would be like throwing meat buns to a dog. Brutols knew they were holding back but had no pity for these necromancers, who were as vile as terrorists. Their in-fig

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