Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Undead source species? Lorne silently noted this information down and then burrowed further into the darkness.

In any case, it doesn't sound like something I could get involved in.

If it weren't for his insufficient internal strength, which prevented him from walking on air, and the unknown nature of the abyss, and the uncertainty of whether he would encounter an insurmountable threat, Lorne wouldn't have stayed near Aislin.

As a fifth-tier wizard, he is the strongest among all and can solve almost any problem.

Once you escape, if you encounter a Death Knight in the abyss, you're basically doomed. Your current martial arts skills and spells are no match for that thing.

"Teacher, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"

The burly man on the other side was barely able to contain his temper. Even though his body was trembling like a shrimp, the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"It's precisely at times like these that we need to be rational, especially since I can't even unleash my magic right now." Gunnar's expression was one of utter disappointment and extreme resentment.

Aislin has already learned of the Origin Seed, and it is highly unlikely that the Origin Seed can be kept in the hands of a fifth-tier wizard.

They could only flee in a sorry state, tail between their legs, but the main problem was:

"The abyss isn't particularly long vertically, but it's at least several tens of meters high. In my current condition, I can't get you out of here. We'll have to improvise..."

Just as the two were talking, a faint green light struggled out from the core of the black mist.

It was like an indomitable heart suddenly pounding just as it was about to stop beating.

The fireflies suddenly burst open, turning into millions of tiny specks of light, hissing as they tore countless fine cracks into the all-encompassing black mist.

A burst of light erupted.

In the utter silence, a clear, melodious sound seemed to echo, carrying the cool scent of fresh grass and trees. Wherever it reached, the thick, oppressive black mist surged and receded.

The curtain for the central scene is then lifted.

Standing at the very center is a bronze pillar covered with mysterious runes, upon which three figures float and entwine.

A pale, withered skeleton with blue soul flames burning in its eye sockets stood quietly to one side. Its tattered black robe was like solidified night, its edges torn like smoke, moving without wind, as if it were alive.

There was also a core embedded in his chest cavity that constantly emitted fluctuations of necromantic energy.

"It's ironic that the former Black Tower's undead son, 'Fmiran,' has become a lich."

Aislin didn't act immediately, but instead hovered in the air and sighed.

"Did you forcibly fuse with the Source Seed before you died? Even if you survived, what good is it now that your soul has completely dissipated!"

With a roar, Aislin moved.

"Let my bones be the fuel, let my soul be the flame!"

His body instantly split into countless points of light that shot into the sky, violently tearing apart the large net woven from extreme negative energy.

Billions of fireflies rose slowly, converged, expanded, and finally transformed into firefly meteors with trailing flames, covering the lich.

The lich remained standing in the same position, only lightly touching the source seed on his chest.

The negative energy lingering in the abyss instantly transformed into a vortex of black clouds and gathered towards him.

Clusters of fireflies tore through the pure black curtain, falling in a saturation-like burst. Each impact triggered an annihilating explosion, raising towering clouds of dust, only to be quickly submerged by negative energy...

...the turmoil subsided.

"Teacher, what Aislin released was..."

The burly men were hiding in an inward-facing depression in the sheer cliff face.

The instant Aislin roared, Gunnar grabbed the big man and darted into the darkness, with Penny following closely behind.

Fortunately, the negative energy and necromantic power masked the full force of Aislin's attack; otherwise, another abyss would probably have opened up inside the abyss.

"Aislin is a fifth-tier wizard who has long since forged a 'body carrier.' At this stage, he is no longer limited to the physical body," Gunnar explained.

"His chosen vehicle was fireflies, which could split at any time, giving him a significant advantage whether escaping or fighting."

"Theoretically speaking, as long as his soul is not destroyed, it is impossible to completely erase him."

"This..." The big man stammered for a moment, finally understanding that the teacher had knelt down the moment he recognized Aislin, bowing and scraping, which was completely inconsistent with the teacher's temperament in his memory.

"Isn't there any way to harm it?"

"I've only heard about the Aislin incident from others, and I haven't reached that level myself, so I don't know much more..."

"...Teacher, how do we escape this abyss? Damn it..."

Lorne was eavesdropping not far from the group. Unlike Gunnar and the others, he was not so lucky. He did not find cover and was hit by the impact, leaving dozens or even hundreds of cuts all over his body.

Fortunately, the fireflies and negative energy canceled each other out, and the impact was all force; otherwise, it would have been uncertain whether they could have survived.

He was already considering leaving, and he didn't care whether he would encounter unsolvable problems. He only knew that staying would lead to certain death.

Without hesitation, the stars spun rapidly, and the celestial energy poured forth.

Just as Lorne was figuring out how to climb the cliff, the thick darkness gathered in the direction where Aislin and the lich were fighting.

The dazzling fireflies shone down, illuminating the scene within a radius of about one kilometer.

Having lost the protection of darkness, Gunnar, Big Man, and Penny, who were not far from Lorne, spotted him immediately.

Lorne and the others exchanged glances, and a moment of silence fell over the scene...

On the other side, Aislin transformed back into human form, looking down at the area covered by his firepower.

The black fog continued to surge, blocking perception and obstructing vision.

Suddenly, a dark, pale white chill emanated from it, mixed with pure negative energy, growing increasingly dense.

A ring of frost spread out silently.

Immediately afterwards, on this "canvas," streams of cold air, like sentient tentacles, seeped out from the void, gradually outlining a perfect teardrop-shaped silhouette that enveloped the lich's location.

The black mist was gradually replaced by pale, cold mist, and thorny ice crystals continued to form on the teardrop-shaped outline.

The outline gradually took shape.

The entire structure is an ice crystal coffin...

The walls of the coffin were very thick, not transparent, but rather had a deep, almost black, icy texture.

As the last gap on top was sealed by the pale, cold air, the entire coffin emitted a "thud."

A deep, resonant hum that echoes deep within the soul!

All the fireflies that entered the coffin's area vanished, not because of Aislin's control, but because they disintegrated and immediately returned to nothingness.

"The Coffin of Eternal Freeze!" Aislin's face was filled with astonishment.