Angel was sent flying in an arc, crashing heavily ten-odd meters away.
“Are you alright?” Sanders’s voice came through the Mind Ribbon.
“I’m fine, just thrown by inertia, no injuries,” Angel said, propping himself up from the withered grass. Several streams of mist shaped like long ribbons were gradually dissipating, which were the Phantom Limbs that had just shielded Angel from the explosion.
Although the defense spell had been ineffective, the Phantom Limbs had withstood the explosion.
However, Angel’s expression remained serious, for in that instant, nearly ninety percent of the Phantom Limbs’ energy had been drained, showing the terrifying damage of the self-destructive explosion.
If several more were to occur, Angel wasn’t sure he would still emerge unscathed.
As Angel was replying to Sanders, he suddenly felt a cold breeze from behind. Turning around, he saw a ghastly undead, which had appeared out of nowhere, looming behind him.
Angel picked up the Samsara Overture, ready to shoot the undead.
However, before he could fire, the undead seemed to realize something. It abruptly retreated and vanished into the darkness.
“Strange undead,” Angel muttered to himself. Since it had run off, he didn’t bother pursuing it.
Angel thought he was quite unlucky already, encountering an amalgamation’s explosion as soon as he stepped out of the node. However, compared to the others, he was doing well. For just after the strange undead disappeared, Angel suddenly heard a series of deafening booms behind him.
He looked back and saw that the Black Forest node had turned into a blaze of intense white light!
Nearly a hundred undead amalgamations had emerged from nowhere, self-destructing simultaneously!
An energy of extreme terror spread from the epicenter, and a fierce hot wind blasted towards him!
The ground soil rose up en masse, dried trees were uprooted and then disintegrated into dust by the incoming energy. Everything was annihilated.
In Angel’s eyes, the reflection was pure white, and within that white light, one could faintly see the figures of a few human shapes – the Wizards who had emerged from the node with him.
This roaring lasted for a long time.
Initially, it was just the explosion of the undead amalgamations, but later Angel distinctly perceived that spatial energy was mixed into the explosion. He estimated that even the Black Forest’s spatial node had been destroyed.
Various energies interwove together, and the massive ball of light expanded outward.
While Angel was still in shock, Sanders’s voice came to his ears, “Get away from here!”
Following Sanders’s warning, he quickly retreated hundreds of meters.
As the light ball gradually dissipated, Angel could clearly see that the previous Black Forest node had vanished, leaving behind a massive crater with a radius of over twenty meters.
Near the crater, several Witches who hadn’t escaped in time lay on the ground, drenched in blood.
Seeing this scene, Angel suddenly felt very lucky. The second he stepped out of the node, he encountered the undead amalgamation and was immediately blown away from the core of the explosion, putting some distance between him and the epicenter.
If he had been at the core at that time, even with his strong physical body as a foundation, he might have been skinned.
While Angel was shocked by the scene before him, several whooshing sounds came from behind, and turning his head, he saw Isabella and others appearing beside him.
Sanders also strolled over, “Your luck is indeed good.”
Sanders’s remark made the others nod in agreement.
After leaving the node, they actually all kept an eye on Angel, fearing he might have an accident. However, unexpectedly, Angel was the first to encounter the undead amalgamation and even the weakest one at that. Although he had a minor mishap, he still managed to avoid the most intense explosion; indeed, one could say his luck was very good.
Angel touched his nose and didn’t respond to Sanders’s teasing.
Looking at the distant desolation, a sense of fear rose from deep within him.
Originally Angel said that he, alone with the Samsara Overture, could handle the situation here without needing anyone’s help. But now, having witnessed this scene, his confidence had evaporated.
Undead were terrifying, and those undead backed by a strategist were even more so.