Chapter 134: This Body Is Really Not Bad

Bill and Wright stood back to back in a desperate struggle, fending off the attacks of the surrounding Head Monsters.

Fortunately, these creatures didn’t seem intent on killing them outright—otherwise, at least one of them, despite being top-tier Level 3 Apprentices, would already be dead.

The Head Monsters appeared to be deliberately herding Wright and Bill, forcing them away from the valley’s edge and back toward the center.

Seizing the opportunity, Wright and Bill attempted to retreat into a nearby cave, hoping to use the labyrinthine underground terrain to shake off their pursuers.

But before they could even step inside, a group of people suddenly emerged from the cave. These were none other than the apprentices from Landship Sail, the very ones who had been interfering with them and leading them into this Head Monster ambush.

The two sides nearly clashed on sight, but the presence of the surrounding Head Monsters kept them from outright hostility—at least for the moment.

Meanwhile, the monstrous horde surrounding them ceased their attacks and began piling up on top of one another, forming a towering wall of grotesque faces. It was as if the stands of a coliseum were packed with bloodthirsty spectators, their eyes glowing red, drooling in anticipation as they stared hungrily at their trapped prey.

Watching the monstrous wall grow taller and taller, the apprentices felt a deep and overwhelming sense of despair.

"Herman!" Wright spotted a disheveled Herman among the Landship Sail group, his teeth grinding with hatred.

Wright was covered in a mix of mud, sand, and blood—clearly wounded.

Being driven back into the valley by the Head Monsters was humiliating enough, but what enraged him most was Hellman’s betrayal. Instead of working together to escape, Herman had deliberately sabotaged them.

At a crucial moment, Herman had suddenly attacked, knocking Wright straight into the swarm of Head Monsters—he had barely escaped with his life.

And it was Herman again who had ordered his people to block Wright and Bill from entering the underground tunnels, leaving them surrounded and gravely injured.

Now that the Head Monsters had momentarily stopped their assault, Wright finally had the chance to glare at Herman with unbridled fury.

But before he could spit out a curse, a powerful and chilling aura seeped from the very cave Herman's group had just escaped from.

Wright and Bill instinctively turned toward the cavern entrance—only now realizing that, in their panicked retreat, they had been herded right back to where they started.

Back to the very cave they had fled from.

Their eyes met, and the same thought flashed through their minds:

An Wraith.

A single hand slowly reached out from the darkness of the cave, brushing against the sunlight.

Everyone turned to stare at the entrance, their faces frozen in terror.

Just moments ago, the valley had been filled with the chaotic sounds of battle. Now, an eerie silence reigned.

As Herman's group fled the underground tunnels, the Wraith had only killed two people.

Yet it didn’t rush after the others. Instead, it lingered, savoring the taste of their souls as though reliving a delicacy.

"Fresh, intact souls... Truly exquisite."

The Wraith licked its lips before taking another step forward.

Now that it had absorbed the essence of two souls, its form was no longer frail or staggering. It could stand firmly, its feet pressing against the ground.

One more step, and it would enter the sunlight.

But it hesitated.

The Wraith seemed to fear the sun.

Yet as it lowered its gaze to its own hands, its eyes flickered with excitement.

It stood at the cave’s threshold, at the boundary between shadow and light. Then, tentatively, it extended a single fingertip into the sun.

The sunlight touched its skin—not with the searing agony of before, but with a faint, unfamiliar warmth.

A slow, eerie smile crept across the Wraith’s face as it extended its entire hand, then stepped forward fully into the light.

For the first time in ages, it basked in the golden glow.

"This body... is truly excellent."

Lifting its head, it gazed up at the sky.

For so many years, sunlight had never felt so gentle.

"I had only planned to devour that little apprentice... But I never expected his body to be this useful. Perhaps, through this vessel, I can achieve full resurrection!"

It took another step forward—right onto a loose stone.

"Crack."

The sound of the stone breaking beneath its foot shattered the silence in the valley.

"Saul?" Wright stared at the figure emerging from the cave, his voice filled with disbelief.

The one stepping out—the one that Herman’s group feared so much—was Saul.

Wright didn’t know whether to feel sorrow or terror.

When Bill had instructed him to seal the cave entrance with stone spikes, Wright hadn’t seen Saul among the escaping apprentices. He had assumed that Saul hadn’t made it out alive.

Yet after abandoning him to his fate, they had been forced back to the same cave—only to see Saul walking out unharmed.

Fate was a cruel joke.

But no one was more shocked than Bill.

His entire body was tinged with a sickly purple hue, the aftereffects of overusing his deadly poison magic. He was in miserable condition.

"You... you're still alive?" Bill coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The Wraith regarded the group with amusement, as if watching a comedy unfold. It made no immediate move to attack, simply smiling as it spoke.

"You should say... I am alive."

The raspy voice, that of a young man, was like a spark igniting a fuse.

Instantly, the towering wall of Head Monsters erupted into deafening cheers.

They jumped and danced, yet their grotesque formation remained intact.

"Lord Mordon! Lord Mordon!"

The creatures surged toward the Wraith in a frenzy, quickly sealing off the cave entrance behind him.

The apprentices trapped inside the valley grew even paler.

Wright and Bill exchanged glances, bitterness filling their mouths.

They understood now.

The figure before them was no longer Saul.

Somehow, the Wraith had successfully taken over his body—not merely controlling a corpse, but fully possessing it. And it had gained an unexpected advantage: Saul’s body was shielding it from the sun.

The very bait meant to delay the Wraith had instead allowed it to escape the underground, turning their situation from dire to hopeless.

Did Bill regret his decision now?

It didn’t matter.

They had to stay on guard against both the Wraith and the surrounding Head Monsters while desperately searching for a way out.

Meanwhile, the Wraith closed its eyes in satisfaction, basking in the adoration of the creatures.

It stepped forward, gazing at the terrified, stunned faces before it.

"Now then... who shall I eat first?"

Casually, it strolled toward a female apprentice.

The surrounding apprentices instinctively backed away, creating space.

The girl trembled, stepping back—only to collide with the grotesque wall of Head Monsters.

The Wraith grinned.

"This one is for you."

"Hoorah!"

The Head Monsters erupted with excitement, pouncing on the girl in a frenzy.

A gap opened in the wall.

An observant apprentice immediately dashed toward it, hoping to escape—only to watch in horror as the creatures seamlessly filled the opening once more.

All that remained of the girl was her severed head and a pair of slender feet.

Most chilling of all, her severed head remained conscious. Her wide eyes stared downward, fixated on the seamless connection between her neck and ankles.

Then, she began to wail.

The apprentice who had attempted to escape stumbled back in horror—right into a cold, transparent hand.

A ghostly, skeletal grip pressed against his face.

His soul was wrenched from his body.

The Wraith inhaled deeply, savoring the essence before turning to the rest.

Finally, someone broke.

A desperate apprentice launched an attack, only for his magic to disintegrate upon contact with the Wraith

"We have to fight together!" Herman shouted, momentarily forgetting his grudges.

Bill gritted his teeth. "Fine! Have your men buy us time!"

Low-level magic was useless against a full-fledged Wraith.

Only by joining forces to unleash high-tier spells did they stand a chance.

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