Delin and Tim were under house arrest for three days, during which time the "Exalted Lietai" had only visited once, and he seemed very happy to see that their injuries were recovering, and during this time he also sent the corpses of several monsters over one after another, apparently to let them recover.

If you want to take it, you must give it first. Tim had already told Delin what had happened since he was controlled, and Delin felt like a lot of animal ingredients that were about to be brought to the table, but luckily he wasn't poured with something he hated, but like fish and water. Many freshly caught fish have an earthy smell, so they are raised with clean water for a period of time.

Delin was sure he was the fish, and he couldn't jump out of the bucket to hold it, and he couldn't dig it out of a hole that he could use to escape. So, all that can be done is wait. Tim felt that his fate was not far from that of Delin, because he understood the way the necromancer looked at him, just like when he once captured Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin, who was the eagle that tracked Delin.

The busy Lertai finally ended his long preparations, the blood pool that was originally only about 10 meters in diameter was now more than 30 meters, and after three days of continuous hunting and hunting, all the flesh and blood creatures in a radius of a hundred miles except for insects were only three: Delin Tariq, Tim Ross, and the hard-working Lertai, if he still counted.

After several days of sleepless preparation, the weakened Lertai needed rest and replenishment. The well-remembered Lertai certainly does not forget that a few days ago he had served himself tender and tasty food, as well as a toy, the latter of course much less attractive.

After a little recovery, the happy Lertai came to the entrance of the cave.

"The great Lertai has come to see you again, little ones! But this time you have to give something, after all, although Lertai is great, he is definitely not rich, and with Lertai's strength he should get more riches, praise and applause! Instead of hiding in the deserted wilderness like now, even such a great thing as summoning a demon commander can only be done in secret! Don't you think such a thing is not worth celebrating? So, happy Lertai will enjoy your delicious soul, and you!" The excited necromancer turned his head and looked at Tim again, "You're going to be the toy of the genius Lertai, you know? That damn Urethris actually has a nice toy, how can the proud Lertai not have it? Not only to have it, but also to make one that is a thousand times better than his, no! More than ten thousand times! Moreover, isn't it what you have always been looking for to become a powerful assassin? Helping others Lertai will make you fulfill your wishes, so now, accept your fate!" With that, the despicable Lertai had already made a move.

Instead of casting spells or summoning the undead like an ordinary mage, Lietai stretched out his withered right hand and made a neck pinching motion towards Delin, separated by a distance of several meters, how could he do it?

Almost at the same moment, a sharp blade of a ruler long was inserted from Lertai's back, hitting the heart of the body, but Tim, as an attacker, felt that something was wrong with the situation, as an assassin who had killed more than 100 people, he was all too familiar with the sound and touch of the weapon piercing. He didn't have a body, and Tim's reaction was not unpleasant, and he couldn't hit it well, and he was thousands of miles away. The next moment, Tim's body was shattered by a palm that suddenly appeared. Tim's figure appeared a few meters behind the necromancer. What has just been photographed is the phantom left by Tim.

Tim's heart was full of shock, and he looked at the other party's left hand attacking from a strange angle, and instantly understood what kind of creature he was facing. The palm just now actually brushed his body, and it was all luck that he was able to dodge. Tim still rushed forward, interpreting his existence with a gorgeous dance, even if it was a dance of the tip of the death knife, the next moment, he would stumble. Because the allies are already in crisis, because there is no choice. Because he is an assassin, only the grinding on the edge of life and death will make him stronger.

Tim's attacks were desperate, but the results were frustrating. The necromancer has only one weakness, and that is the head, and in just a few seconds, Tim has already attacked him dozens of times, but none of them have broken through the defense of the opponent's hand. Later, he turned to attack Lietai and grabbed Delin's right hand, but under the tattered mage robe was a crystal bone, and the blue-level moon blade could only leave a thin scratch on it, and there was no substantial damage.

Delin could only watch Tim fight in vain now, and he found that not only could he not move his neck, but his whole body was also imprisoned by some external force, and he couldn't move at all, and the only thing he could move was his eyes. So Delin began to roll his eyes at Tim, hoping that he understood what he meant.

Tim still did not give up hope, and once again rushed to Lertai from a dead end, but the latter's eyes were still full of appreciation and pleasure, the better Tim was, the greater his main force in the future. But soon, he realized that something was wrong, and there was a phantom slowly emerging between him and Tim last time, which was a sign of the other party's change of direction!

A crescent moon appeared in midair, quickly splitting the air, leaving nothing in front of it. Lertai, who was in control of everything, was a little surprised, first a little stunned, and then it turned into a surprise. Moonflower slashed between the necromancer's right hand and Delin, and suddenly, as if it had touched something, it exploded violently.

As soon as Delin's feet touched the ground, he immediately controlled the muscles in his legs, and with a bounce, he left the spot, because he saw that the ugly and terrifying hand was aimed at him again. Before he could land, a large handful of scrolls appeared in Delin's hand, and then crushed them fiercely.

The next moment, there was no reaction in the cave at all, and even the fluctuations of mana disappeared. Instead, a pressure that grew stronger, Tim's Phantom Dance slowed down, and a sticky stance appeared out of thin air in the cave. The growing force field pinned the two of them to the stone wall, and then four pairs of bone claws appeared, clutching their limbs tightly.

"Alright, little ones, this is the end of the pre-dinner exercise! It's meal time, and hungry Lertai can't wait. The figure had floated in front of Delin, and then a hand was pressed on the latter's head.

Delin felt himself being stripped from his body by a force, and he tried to grasp something, but nothing seemed to come to him. The irresistible force sucked him away from the warmth and familiarity of his surroundings, and he was placed in another cold, gray space.

"Where is this?" was the first thought that crossed Delin's mind.

"The great spiritual space of Lertai here, welcome here, no one has been here for a long time. Oh! what a tender and delicious soul!I can't wait!" A voice resounded throughout the gray space.

Delin felt a bit like he was in the Rubik's Cube space, but he knew it wasn't. So he conjured his "body" and "weapon" based on his experience and prepared for a new round of combat.

"Oh, little one, you're such a genius! You know how to fight! It's just that this is my home field, I'm in control, and here, I'm a god! Hungry Lertai can't wait!"

Suddenly, a huge mouth suddenly appeared in the space, and it was about to rush towards Delin. Just as the giant mouth was about to devour Delin, it slammed and disappeared. Then a wave of anger was felt, and then the space fluctuated slightly before returning to normal. The vanishing maw reappeared, swallowing Delin whole!

In the cave, Tim, whose limbs were grabbed by bone claws, struggled as hard as he could, he couldn't watch his allies die, he had to do what he could. What can he do? His body was already unable to move, and finally, he thought about what he could do, maybe not necessarily successful, but it could only be tried, and it was worth trying.

Tim struggled to find that familiar feeling, began to forget his surroundings, his eyes drifted away, and finally ...... He found it!

A crescent moon appeared out of thin air, without any warning, Tim's hands and feet couldn't move, and the moon blade was still on the ground, just like that, the moon flower appeared, the moon flower that can be cast without relying on weapons and movements!

Backed in her last hope, Moonflower swooped down on the necromancer's only weakness, his head. Halfway through, he was shattered by a force that "Lost Lyrtai" woke up, and three bone spears flew at Tim, nailing him to the stone wall completely.

Delin felt the pressure around him almost crush him, but he didn't give up far away, his body was squeezed to a limit, and Delin had only one thought in his heart: never give up......