Once again, Malcolm felt like he was under the cold embrace of death. Adam's speed was simply too great, and his attacks too ruthless.
It was too late for him to cast any magic spells. All he could do was resort to one of many last-ditch resorts—the magical artifacts that he had brought along with him.
BAM!
The necromancer was blown away by the attack, his body skipping across the surface of the water close to a dozen times before plunging into the depths.
Adam remained standing in his position, however, there was a deep frown on his face. Although his attack had connected, something felt off.
"Defensive artifact?" He murmured.
But the next moment, he rushed towards the other two necromancers.
Now that Malcolm was momentarily out of the scenario, he had to take this opportunity and prevent these two from summoning whatever it was that they were.
He had a bad feeling that if he allowed them to complete the summoning, it wouldn't end well for him.
