Xiu Xin looked at the ancient castle ahead, his face revealing a trace of a smile.
Previously, he had pursued that Undead Mage for so long, not because he truly couldn't defeat him, but because he later realized that no matter how the Undead Mage changed direction, he always ended up fleeing towards this direction.
Xiu Xin understood that there must be something in this direction that made the Undead Mage believe he could shake him off.
He guessed that there might be another, stronger Undead Mage here.
Now it seemed his guess was indeed not wrong.
In that castle, there was indeed an individual far stronger than the Undead Mage he had pursued earlier.
This made him feel somewhat excited.
After all, the Undead Mage he had been chasing had average strength at best, probably only at the level of a Magic Guide, and relied more on a large number of Undead Creatures to besiege his opponents, lacking the powerful means to deliver a fatal blow.
