I can say that it is not untargeted, although Death Ripple is a large-scale lethal spell, but because the soul energy of Khakip's body is not enough to fully exert the full power of this spell, this spell only causes a strong damage to the souls of these people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sooner or later, soul damage will heal slowly with the passage of time, and although the self-healing ability of human beings usually does not look very good, it is because the vast majority of human beings do not understand the healing instinct of mobilizing their own bodies. The self-healing power of a true human is basically comparable to that of the physical spirits I control.

But the premise is that there is energy to provide. If you want to gain something, you always have to lose something, although human beings can have the ability to heal quickly when they can control it, but the premise is that there is a large supply of energy.

So here's the problem, although these people with damaged souls can heal slowly on their own, but their current state is impossible to eat or cultivate, and they lack the supply of energy, let alone healing their souls, they even have problems maintaining their own lives.

In other words, the most likely thing is that their souls are not damaged, but they are starving to death.

Instead of letting their starvation life force be wasted, it is better for me to kill them now and absorb their life force, so that I can also relieve their pain, and my own strength will be improved a little, how loving it is to kill two birds with one stone.

The only regret is that I can only think about this kind of thing now, because I looked at my body, and now all the power in my body, whether it is light magic power, dark magic power, or other magic power, is gone.

I was even able to see a few magic roots in the place where the magic was stored, which meant that if I used the magic power a little more, I would definitely damage the magic roots. In addition to these, the bright red streaks on my bones were also dull at this time.

It took me a closer look to understand why my body was so heavy now, because the aura of the undead that had been in my bones was now almost gone. There were only a handful of undead breath flowing down my spine to all parts of my body.

I was shocked to see this feeling, the breath of the dead can be said to be the most important thing that maintains my existence, if it all disappears without my knowledge, then I can only die directly without knowing it.

I thought about it for a while, and I could only understand that the previous state consumed a lot of undead aura, and other than that, I couldn't think of any other way to consume energy.

As I slowly waited for the undead breath in the soul sea to walk to various parts of my bones, a stream of life force began to come from the void, and this life force continued to pour into my body, and then attached to the bones. It seems that the vitality of the group of people who ambushed me that I killed earlier has been passed on.

With the influx of life force, the faint red streaks on my bones began to grow vivid again. There was more and more vitality, and my body had a feeling that it couldn't absorb it, so the red streaks quickly returned to an undamaged state, but at this time, there was still a large amount of vitality surging towards my bones.

At this time, with the absorption of life force, the red stripes began to gradually expand, originally just stripes on my bones, but as the expanded stripes began to gradually connect, covering the bones of my body.

When all the life force was absorbed, the red streaks were even about to completely wrap my bones, and at this time I also felt a sour feeling, and the undead aura gushing out of the soul sea actually accelerated a few points at this time.

Soon, I stood up on my own with my sword, but at this time I staggered forward like a human baby who had just learned to walk, walked in front of a human holding his head and groaning in pain, slowly raised the sword in his hand, and then slashed it with all my strength.

Blood splattered, groans of pain disappeared, and a human died. I never imagined that it would take me so much strength to kill such a human who had no ability to resist at all.

Fortunately, with the inflow of undead aura, my strength is slowly recovering, which means that the speed at which I kill this group of humans is gradually accelerating. In fact, some humans with stronger abilities or innate souls are gradually recovering, and I have spent a lot of strength to kill them.

But after that, the red streaks on the bones didn't react to absorbing any life force, as if they were imprinted on my bones. Fortunately, I can still feel that I have indeed absorbed this part of the life force, otherwise it would have been a waste of my effort.

At the moment when it was about to dawn, I cut off the head of the last human, and the only human with a head was Kaqip. At this time, he was lying in a pool of blood, breathing steadily, his soul calm, and he was in a state of human sleep.

Looking at the blood and skulls all over the ground, I suddenly had an idea, and I moved quickly.

When the first rays of sunlight shone down, a huge blood-red cross appeared in the sky where I was, and at the bottom of the cross were piles of human heads, and underneath these heads were their bodies.

Red blood was everywhere, but some of it had dried up a bit from prolonged exposure to the air, while others were still sticky.

I sat next to Khakipp, looking at my masterpiece, waiting for Calder Cotter's return. At this time, the strength of my body was only restored to 20%, but fortunately, the undead breath gushing out of my soul did not mean to be exhausted in the slightest, otherwise I would really want to cry without tears.

Khakip covered his head and said that it hurt and slowly opened his eyes, I looked at him, and he looked at me. Then his gaze crossed my head and looked behind me.

"Are we all dead, are we in the divine realm now, and what is behind you is a miracle." He said to me.

I shook my head and said, "No, we're all alive, it's in Doron City. ”

He stood up and looked around, then jerked on the ground and began to retch, but when he saw that the ground was covered in blood, he jerked up again. I looked at him and shook my head, wondering how he would react when he saw my masterpiece?

And then he really turned his head and looked over.