Do these undead feel physical pain?

Sivir poured a fountain of life into her palm, and she looked at them, the few drops of clear liquid, which barely felt any weight, felt as if they were heavier than a lump of gold.

"It's a luxury, but it's all you can do, and I don't believe I can't get out of this square."

A few drops of the fountain of life splashed on the body of the spirit monster with the flick of Sivir's fingers.

It was as if a violent chemical reaction had taken place to produce a large amount of gas, and then the monster began to expand rapidly, becoming round!

It bulged out of its body as if something was rampage inside, and it swelled endlessly, bursting like a balloon with a bang!

Sivir covered his face and dusted off the smoke and dust from his face, looking at where the enemy had been standing.

A few wisps of remnant souls let out a laugh of relief, breaking through the shackles of the black mist, and slowly drifting into the sky while casting a grateful look at Sivir.

"Will they turn into stars?" Sivir looked at him and watched the transcendent souls soar higher and higher, and gradually realized that the Fountain of Life had a miraculous effect on the undead because it could lift the curse and set them free.

"No, it won't." An eerie voice suddenly came out of the black mist, as if gravel was rubbing against a tombstone, answering Sivir's murmur.

A pair of chained hooks suddenly flew towards Sivir, and she flew them with her crossblades with great speed, but saw that the other three hooks had pierced through the chests of the remnants or hooked their necks, and in the last second the smiles of the remnants turned into the most frightened expressions, as if they were terrifying something more terrible than death.

"None of them want to escape from my cage." The voice was incoherent, as if he was smacking a piece of fresh meat in his mouth.

Whoa—

It was the sound of chains shrinking and colliding with each other, and the three remnant souls were dragged back into the black mist by the chain hook, and a lantern with green light floated out of the black fog at the right time, and a few wisps of revenant souls seemed to be plucked from the hook by a pair of hands, just like a fisherman plucked the hooked fish from the hook, and then was torn and sucked into the lantern by a green firelight.

Sivir only had time to hear a few screams that were so sharp that they stopped abruptly.

The vicious green light grew stronger and stronger, as if diluting the black mist.

Sivir looked in the direction of the chains—a figure in tattered robes emerged from the black mist, and she realized that the lantern was in the other's hand.

The spirit monster reappeared, only this time it scattered into countless undead spirits, captured by green light, circling around the figure.

A chill quietly swallowed her spinal cord, making her whole body stiff - how long had this person been secretly observing herself in the black fog less than five meters away? Has she been standing there since she first killed the monster?

The terrifying sound of chains cutting across the ground echoed through the square, green light shrouded the figure, the withered skin shrouded under the tattered hooded cloak, and the lantern in his hand faintly revealed the flesh that still remained on his body. Barren and dilapidated, emotionless, yet with a sadistic frenzy.

"Sivir! Come back, that's the Soul Lock Warden Hammerstone! Sarah screamed across most of the square, her pretty face no longer bloodless.

"Hammerstone, a sadist who takes pleasure in torturing souls, and his pleasure is the deepest and purest malice in this world. It's over, death at his hands is worse than death at the hands of any undead. Raven's face was like gold paper, and his soul had run away on its own.

"Soul Lock...... Warden...... Hammerstone? Sivir repeated the name.

It was actually an undead with a name, although she hadn't heard the legend of the other party, but if she thought about it with her toes, she knew that she was facing a very powerful existence, so that its name had already imprinted fear in the hearts of Bilgewater.

But Sivir never plays by routines, especially the routines set for her by Miss Doom.

"Get out of the way!" Sivir said.

She's getting out of here, so she's going to face the hammerstone that controls the spirits in her way. If she dies at the Hammerstone level, then even retreating to the square will be a dead end.

And she has divine weapons and holy water, both of which are nemesis of the undead, and they can't fight.

"Don't risk it! Sivir, you can't defeat him! ”

A searing projectile shot at the hammerstone, but it swayed through his dry bones without harming a single bit.

The sea creature had already attacked, and at the last moment, Miss Doom wanted to use the projectile as an opportunity to warn Sivir about the power of Hammerstone, but she took advantage of Hammerstone's distraction and threw Calikar at him.

Hammerstone came back to his senses and twitched the lantern in his hand, and the group of undead immediately gathered in a dim circle of light, like an eggshell, perfectly blocking Sivir's sneak attack, unscathed.

He laughed, like the sound of a file, twitching the lantern and putting away the light wheel.

"I've seen through your attacks."

Not convinced, Sivir caught the returning Calikar and threw it at the hammerstone, each time with all his might, but all the attacks were blocked by a black light outside the lantern.

"When?" Xavier gasped, the other party seemed to be an undead who liked to communicate, and he might as well test it with words to see how much he knew about himself.

"Just as you start fighting."

"You were already here before I got back to the square?" Sivir gasped, her horror satisfying Hammerstone.

While Sivir was wielding a crossblade in the square, Hammerstone was secretly observing the properties of this strange weapon, and the appearance of Sivir's helpless spirit monster also proved that his patience was useful.

In fact, it was the monster that he used to control the black fog undead condensed with the soul lamp, which was specially used to deal with Calikare.

But what really brought him to the front of the stage was the water bladder that Siveer wore around his waist.

The liquid gave him a feeling of great familiarity—was it the tears of life he knew?

Very similar breaths...... All contain a strong vitality and are the nemesis of all the undead.

Hammerstone felt like his soul was trembling at the sight of the droplet, but he enjoyed it immensely.

Hundreds of years later, he finally saw something that scared him from the bottom of his heart.

This holy relic must be destroyed, and the hammerstone does not leave a threat to itself.

And when Xavier used the Fountain of Life to transcend the undead into pure souls, Hammerstone suddenly thought of a better solution.

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