Seeing Lynch's Necromancy Army about to storm in and massacre the Dark Moon Church apprentices, a powerful spiritual force suddenly erupted from the tower ahead at this critical moment.
At the same time, large swathes of eerie black smoke surged out from the tower, quickly gathering towards the sky, forming a gigantic sinister face several hundred meters wide in an instant.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
It was a middle-aged man, appearing to be around forty years old, entirely shrouded in a wide, large black cloak adorned with crimson patterns that seeped through the cloak, even penetrating the skin beneath, exuding an eerie aura.
Lynch gazed at the middle-aged man, and at that moment, the man also glanced over; as their eyes met in the air, Lynch instantly felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
'What a dense spiritual field!'
With just a glance, Lynch could ascertain that the man's spiritual power was at least comparable to his own, and faintly even surpassed it.
