This Blade-Arm Mutalisk skeleton was over three meters long, its entire body made of jagged white bones without a trace of flesh. Its head was smooth, like that of a bald man, lacking the imposing, savage horns of a bone dragon. A huge hollow lay in its skull—that was the Blade-Arm Mutalisk's enormous mouth. Running down from its head, its spine extended ribs segment by segment to either side. The ribs were arranged neatly, and every one of their tips was as sharp as a dagger.
Primo did not know whether these ribs had developed after the Blade-Arm Mutalisks had turned into undead in order to improve their combat strength, or whether they had always been like this in life. Above the middle of its rib cage stretched two enormous skeletal wings. Though they no longer had any flesh on them, each flap still carried tremendous force. At the tops of the wings, two outward-jutting claws were currently clawing frantically at the top of the escape pod.
"Is this Zerg or undead?!" Edward Scissorhands let out a weak groan. All of his former composure and confidence had vanished before the Blade-Arm Mutalisk skeleton.
Benson Meng gritted his teeth and growled through them, "Who cares what it is? Lai An'er, hold on! You have to hold on!"
"Bzzzz..." Laser beams shot from the wings of Benson Meng's fighter. Yet Benson, whose accuracy was usually exceptionally high, fired a full twenty bursts, every single one skimming past the Blade-Arm Mutalisk skeleton without a single hit! If anyone had been beside Benson at that moment, they would have noticed that the old hand pressing the firing button was trembling ever so slightly.
Primo instantly understood Benson's feelings from those missed shots. Yes, Benson was nervous. Not just Benson—everyone was nervous. That white skeleton