When Zhang Xing came to the zombie that couldn't get up, he couldn't help but be stunned.
There was only a pile of tattered clothes on the ground. The person was gone.
There weren't many people who could escape from his Divine Telekinesis.
Only those who had mastered spatial magic or possessed a Sacred Artifact could do so.
Zhang Xing was more inclined to the latter.
He spread out his Divine Telekinesis and started to search in a radial direction.
A few seconds later, bubbles rose from the lake more than two thousand meters away.
It was as if something was moving in the water.
Skeletons kept flying above the lake.
Zhang Xing's Divine Telekinesis locked onto the lake and sneered in his heart.
This Necromancer Saint was quite smart. He hid in the lake and waited for his pursuers to pass.
However, his Divine Telekinesis didn't find anyone, nor did he find any fish in the lake.
But that feeling just now made him certain that the Necromancer Saint was there.
That's right!
This Necromancer Saint had obtained the Divine Weapon left behind by the Dark Clan, the Ghost Cloak.
It was very difficult for humans below the Samsung Battle-Saint level to discover him when he was wearing the Ghost Cloak.
He found it strange that the young man by the lake seemed to have noticed his presence.
He hid in the lake and didn't dare to move.
However, he wasn't afraid. Instead, he was a little excited.
It was a good time to attack at such a close distance.
If he caught this young man and turned him into his slave, then his secret would no longer be a secret!
He quietly released the Shadowless Poison.
Waiting for Zhang Xing to be poisoned.
But he didn't know that Zhang Xing had taken Ling Luo as his slave and had a thorough understanding of the dozens of Shadowless Poisons they had mastered.
"Hmph!"
He felt that there were many unknown grey elements in the air.
If it were other Saints, they would definitely think that this was the moisture emitted by the lake.
However, Zhang Xing snorted in disdain, but his face didn't show anything.
A few seconds later, Zhang Xing's body began to shake.
The Necromancer Saint was delighted.
Seeing that Zhang Xing's eyes were dazed and sleepy, he knew that he was poisoned.
After waiting for another half a minute, Zhang Xing was already lying on the ground. He was trying hard to keep his eyes open, as if he didn't want to fall asleep.
"Quack quack!"
A duck-like laughter came from the lake.
The Necromancer Saint revealed himself and appeared beside Zhang Xing in a flash.
Looking down, he said, "Young man, your senses are quite sharp. You can still sense me even though I'm wearing the Ghost Cloak. Impressive, impressive!"
"However, you will soon become my slave, and your high-level undead army will also serve me."
"Ga ga!
The God of Darkness has really opened his eyes. Just when we were about to lose all hope, he sent you to me! "
"Soon, you will tell all your secrets to your master …"
"What do you want to know?"
The complacent Necromancer Saint was suddenly interrupted.
His body stiffened, and his face went blank.
His eyes immediately revealed a look of horror.
"You … you …"
Unknowingly, Zhang Xing had opened his eyes.
There was no trace of confusion in his eyes.
It was clear and bright.
There was even a mocking expression on his face.
The Necromancer Saint immediately realized that he had been tricked.
"Run!"
This was the only thought in his mind.
His body was instantly hidden in the Ghost Cloak, and he jumped into the air.
With the Levitation Spell, he was about to escape.
But in the next second, his expression changed again!
He felt as if he had jumped into a ten-thousand-year-old swamp. Not to mention escaping, even moving was difficult.
"This is … Domain Space?"
"This is your domain?"
"No!
Impossible!
You can't have a domain of the fourth step! "
The Necromancer Saint screamed in shock!