327 Nemesis of the Undead 4yr

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The sudden changes caused everyone to stand rooted to the ground in a daze. They stared as the Air Bomb exploded and the Cloud Storm roared. This time, Weathor really got into trouble. The sparks, which were like countless golden snakes that slid down, started to burn the unlucky Bandit in the blink of an eye. It was fortunate that the female Priest reacted promptly. She cast a Purge Spell and saved Weathor's life. However, despite the timely Purge Spell, Weathor was still on the edge of death. His skin was burnt and he was severely wounded. He gave off a pungent stench as he whined in pain. If they did not witness it for themselves, they would not have believed that the fella who was on the verge of death was a level-15 high-ranking Bandit…
"Mr. Felic, what do you want?" Jason asked impatiently. The party's partnership in numerous battles had caused them to have a relationship that surpassed that of normal comrades. Now that Weathor was suffering from such a serious injury, how coul