Chapter 392: Stuck Between a Corpse and A Necromancer

"Lord! Let me handle him!" Y spoke as he swung his swords forward charging the poison cultivator stuck to the ceiling.

I backed out, fully capable of utilizing my abilities once again I pulled out Creeping Demise.

"It's been a while old friend," I said.

"Likewise," the sword talking back almost had me jump from fright.

'I completely forgot this thing can speak, man so much shit going on with my life!' I cursed inwardly.

I pointed the sword to the nearest vat, making sure that it was containing one of the Fire Palace Disciples first.

The glass broke, and the content spilled out pouring everywhere on the ground.

Right then, the Fire Disciple fell forward into the ground and soon began coughing as he woke up.

"What the hell is happening, I was in the library a moment ago," he said as he was looking around.

The loud explosions around us however immediately alerted him to what was going on.