Chapter 68: The Earth Bear and the Swiftwind Wolf

"Leimowus, I didn't think you'd still be alive, and with so much fight left in you! That last hit—that was you turning into an Earth Bear, right?"

The Necromancer cackled, his voice hoarse and laced with a faint trace of fear.

Wait, Leimowus... that name sounds so familiar!

Xu Feng furrowed his brow. It dawned on him that he'd heard it somewhere before. Right, Leimowus—isn't he the commander of the Temple's Druid Legion?

One surprise after another—he's a real heavyweight!

As the leader of one of the Church's three major military branches, his status is extraordinary. He's not just a core member of the Church's inner circle; his power is also incredible, undoubtedly ranking among the continent's top powerhouses.

How could someone like this end up in such a state, being hunted by a Necromancer? In Xu Feng's impression, it should be the other way around—the Necromancer should be the one running for his life.

What's really going on here? Xu Feng watched with bated breath, quickly noticing something amiss. Although Leimowus appeared mighty and imposing, his face was pale, his forehead dotted with fine beads of sweat. On his left shoulder was a long wound, already bandaged, but the blood seeping through was black.

Poison!

No wonder—this powerful Druid commander was already severely injured.

He must have been ambushed. Otherwise, even a powerhouse like this Necromancer couldn't have wounded him in a fair fight.

The three vengeful spirit skeletons were sent flying. Though they suffered some damage, it wasn't fatal. Their death energy began to merge, and the three skeletons gathered together, their bones rearranging and combining.

What freaky necromancy! What kind of monster would be born this time?

Leimowus also sensed something wrong. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have paid it any mind, but here and now, he was a tiger fallen on hard times, being bullied by dogs.

Ambushed by this despicable fellow, the poison of the Malevolent Curse had already begun to spread. Delaying would only make things worse—he had to end this quickly.

Roar!

With a loud shout, Leimowus's muscles bulged, and his hair grew longer. In an instant, he transformed into a giant bear over four meters tall—the source of a Druid's power, the fearsome art of transformation.

Though his size increased, his movements remained agile, showing no sign of clumsiness. His massive bear paws, carrying a fierce gust of wind, swiped at his opponent.

The Necromancer showed no panic, holding a crystal ball. A cloud of black energy shielded him. When Leimowus struck, it felt like sinking into a muddy swamp, unable to exert any force. Moreover, the black energy wasn't just a protective barrier—it crept up the giant bear's arm, gradually spreading upward.

Like maggots clinging to bone!

The giant bear roared in fury. Though injured, Leimowus was not one to be easily defeated. With immense strength, he forcefully shattered the opponent's evil magic and lunged forward again. His bear paws extended hook-like claws, gleaming with a cold, sinister light.

The Necromancer drifted backward, not intending to engage but to stall—yes, to stall. After several failed strikes, Leimowus began to pant slightly. After all, the Earth Bear wasn't suited for prolonged skirmishes. Yet, this alone wouldn't be enough to defeat him.

Bones crackled and popped as his body shrank and his face changed. Leimowus wasn't just brawn—he used Shapeshifting once more, this time transforming into a Wind Wolf.

As the name suggests, the Wind Wolf is agile and swift. Facing it, the Necromancer could no longer evade with ease. Another claw strike bypassed the magic, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.

A dead angle—Leimowus's combat skills were exceptional. But just then, a sharp *whoosh* echoed as a blade flash, thick with death energy, slashed toward the Wind Wolf. Leimowus had no choice but to retreat, allowing the Necromancer to escape.

A blazing soul fire appeared before them—a massive skeleton. Its appearance, how to describe it... three heads and six arms. The three vengeful spirit skeletons had merged, their aura surging wildly, their strength far surpassing their previous level.

Black death energy enveloped the skeleton monster's body, like the Battle Aura of the death realm.

Roar!

A soulful howl, filled with infinite resentment. Three undead war blades slashed at the Wind Wolf from different directions. Leimowus refused to back down—his wolf claws suddenly extended, reaching a full foot in length, sharp as steel blades. He parried left and right, the crisp clashing sounds reverberating in their ears, accompanied by the skeleton's roars and the Wind Wolf's furious growls.

"Damn it!"

Leimowus felt both anxious and furious. If he hadn't been poisoned, what would such a monster amount to? But now... as he moved, his blood circulation accelerated, and the poison spread faster and faster.

In his current condition, Leimowus could only exert about thirty percent of his strength. Besides dealing with the skeleton, the Necromancer's various evil spells continued to harass him from the side.

Could it be that he, the esteemed Legion Commander of the Druid Legion, would fall here, his head severed by a despicable enemy?

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