Angel hardly had any investment in this trade at all, from start to finish. The White Light Bullets were transformed from undead, which belonged to Black Castle, and so did the Infant Spirits.
Of course, it wasn’t fair to say there was no investment whatsoever.
Without his concoction of Samsara Overture, none of these subsequent events would have been possible.
Angel continued to move forward, and not long after, the second and third White Light Bullets were successively loaded into the magazine.
Having been caught by surprise once by undead suddenly burrowing up from the ground, Angel this time also included the underground in his surveillance area to prevent a recurrence of the previous situation.
But sometimes, crises don’t necessarily come from unchecked corners—they might also stem from negligence.
The surrounding wizards were basically just stopping the undead conglomerates, while other souls were allowed to approach Angel, for Angel to deal with using Samsara Overture.
Many times before, there had been no issues, but this time, a significant oversight occurred.
An army of undead swarmed out, with nearly a thousand surrounding Angel completely.
This was the largest group of undead Angel had faced today. Normally, Angel would be calm and composed because, no matter the number, if there were no Special Undead or bizarre beings like the Infant Spirits, it would be a simple matter of cutting them down.
However, when he actually began to fight, he noticed something was amiss.
Some of the undead began to emit a bright light as they neared Angel.
Seeing this, Angel immediately realized it was the self-destruction of the undead conglomerates! And there wasn’t just one—there must have been at least a hundred charging into Angel’s range at the same time.
These undead conglomerates had already made their internal energy unstable, and even if Angel used Samsara Overture, there was no way he could reverse the explosion.
“Damn it, what kind of watch are you keeping? Why are so many undead conglomerates charging into the perimeter?”
“Careful!”
The explosion was immediate, and with hundreds of undead conglomerates detonating, it was too late for the surrounding wizards who noticed something wrong and wanted to come to his aid.
With a loud boom, the intense white light illuminated the entirety of Black Castle’s domain.
Dust flew, and the blinding light obscured everyone’s vision.
When the dust settled, people anxiously looked towards where Angel had been, only to see a huge crater with nothing—no person or body—inside.
“Phew—that was close.” A voice, sounding a bit shaken, came from the distance. Turning their attention there, they saw Angel standing by Sanders’ side.
Sanders tapped his staff into the air, and a strange pattern radiated out from the tip of the staff. Everyone faintly heard a shrieking sound.
“Nightmare Substitute!” Realizing what had happened, everyone understood the sequence of events.
Presumably, Sanders had noticed something wrong and immediately used Nightmare Substitute, breaking through the void to extract Angel from the spot.
Seeing this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, although Angel was saved, another problem remained unresolved: How did these undead conglomerates appear, and why hadn’t they been detected?
Reflecting on the previous circumstances, all the wizards frowned.
They all seemed like ordinary undead without any signs of being undead conglomerates… Where had the problem arisen?
They couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards Isabel.
Isabel was a leading figure of the Soul Sect a thousand years ago; perhaps only she could provide an answer.
Isabel pondered for a moment before saying, “Their aura seems to have been concealed by some specific trait.”
While others were still puzzled, Angel, the person concerned, furrowed his brow, pondering another incident that had occurred earlier—
“I encountered a rather odd undead,” Angel conveyed to Sanders beside him through the Mind Ribbon.
Amidst Sanders’ confusion, Angel explained the situation he had encountered.
Remembering the moment not long ago, Angel understood what was happening as soon as he saw the surrounding undead burst into white light—numerous undead conglomerates had broken through the encirclement.
With everything happening so quickly and time running short, even if he performed Astral Projection and left using the Gravity Meridian, he might still be affected by the blast. Angel was about to open a door for spatial transposition.
But just then, an undead appeared behind him, disrupting the rhythm of his door opening.
Angel was taken aback at the time; this undead had appeared silently and launched an attack on him.
“…And then, I was extracted from the center of the explosion by the Mentor’s Nightmare Substitute,” he finished.
“Listening to you, the oddness you’re referring to is the undead’s silent appearance behind you?” Sanders asked, puzzled.
“No,” Angel pondered for a moment, seemingly considering something before saying, “I have a strange feeling that when she appeared behind me, it wasn’t to attack me.”
He paused, and Angel added, “Or rather, her main goal wasn’t to attack me.”
“Then what was her goal?”
Angel pointed to the revolver in his palm, “It’s likely the Samsara Overture.”
Angel could still recall that at first, the opponent hadn’t attacked him; instead, she tried to snatch the Samsara Overture. However, Angel sensed the malice behind him in time, discovered her, and that turned her focus from snatching the Samsara Overture to attacking Angel.
“Do you still remember her features?”
“It’s of no use to remember them; when the Nightmare Substitute took me away, I saw her whole body begin to glow.”
“An undead aggregate?”
Angel nodded. It was indeed an undead aggregate, but its appearance was completely indiscernible.
Upon hearing this, Sanders’s expression changed slightly, “I feel like there’s something off about this. I need to discuss it with Isabel.”