Huh!?
Zhang Tie!?
Watching Zhang Tie charge over with strange footsteps, the Second Will and Lin An simultaneously turned their attention toward him.
He moved as though there were no one around.
Bear Dunce, who had always maintained the stance of a javelin thrower, rapidly charged into the center of the battlefield. Then, he raised a reagent in his right hand and accurately smashed it onto the heads of a large number of Revival Bodies of Lin An.
No one stopped him. No one reacted.
Whether it was the Revival Bodies of Lin An or the Necro-lord battling fiercely in the air, both sides seemed unable to see him.
"Bang—"
A faint sound of breaking glass rang out.
A moment later, the Potion thrown into the air suddenly shattered, and the pale-blue medicinal mist within it instantly spread out.
Specks of glowing mist, resembling some kind of biochemical poison gas, enveloped the battlefield.
What is this!?
Lin An was slightly stunned.
Before Lin An could try to contact Zhang Tie, Bear Dunce, having thrown the Potion, stiffly and rapidly passed beneath their feet, heading straight for the location of the Astronaut Model.
What does this mean? What did he throw?
Trapped within the Aberration, Lin An sensed the mist and inexplicably felt something familiar.
One second later.
The Revival Bodies shrouded in mist showed no abnormal reaction. They continued charging tirelessly toward the two opposing monarchs.
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.
The Revival Bodies covered in the Potion now seemed to have been sprayed with delicious seasoning.
The moment they approached the Necro-lord formed from the Ghost Infant, they were instantly tossed into her mouth.
"Crack."
"Crack."
Chewing and swallowing.
As if driven by some powerful attraction, the Necro-lord, who had still been locked in battle with