The Necromancer was in a state of fury.
"So what?"
"Necromancer, I'm bullying you, so what."
The Star Sage grinned and said.
"You should be thankful that my true body is not here, it's just one of her calmest clones."
"Otherwise, the Day Sage would blast your head, you believe it or not."
The Necromancer felt deep humiliation.
"Hmph, the Trinity itself has flaws."
"Don't forget, it's the cultivation technique I taught you."
The Necromancer said calmly.
"Even if you're Tier Eight, so what, your soul is incomplete and will be restrained by my Wailing Banshee."
"Star Sage, let's both take a step back, I only want the corpse of the Leviathan Giant Whale, you can take the soul."
"How about you return my Space Corpse Crow to me?"
Although the Necromancer was very angry, he still kept his tone calm, given that his precious treasure was in the hands of the Star Sage.
"Do you want me to spit out what I've eaten?"
"How could there be such a good thing."
