章 90: Necromancer vs Lich (4)

Something was wrong. He no longer felt the connection between his soul and the cypress tree. The swamp master could not help but look at the three-quarter buried lich. That bas-

Before he could finish his thoughts, the elderly magician was blasted off his feet by a tremendous shockwave coming from the magic tree. His shabbily built hut was blown into debris, and the magician saw his array cracking.

The price for using magic over his limits started to take a toll on his body. The cypress tree was no longer under his control, and commanding the zombie horde became impossible.

Vomiting black blood, the necromancer felt his mana draining at a rate faster than he could cut the connection between him and the undead army.

"No! This cannot be!" he struggled to cancel the mass summoning but even focusing was difficult with blood in his eyes as they started pouring out from every orifice.