Big Head led several underlings and immediately rushed forward.
The battle was in full swing. Bigtooth and the other zombies had already gone berserk. He pounced on a Mimic Zombie, clawing at it and tearing into it with his massive front teeth.
The Mimic Zombies nearby also swarmed over one after another. Some grabbed his neck, while others twisted his head.
Bigtooth was suffering terribly, yet he remained ferocious. He caught one and bit down on it viciously, ignoring all the rest.
Seeing that he needed help, Big Head immediately sprinted over, grabbed the Mimic Zombies surrounding him with both hands, and threw them aside.
"Good brother! I'm here to help you!"
Bigtooth was riding atop a Mimic Zombie and had already torn it to pieces. White fungal threads drifted through the air as he turned his fierce eyes toward Big Head, the hostility in them undiminished.
He rose, swung his arm wide, and slapped Big Head with a claw.
Smack!
With a crisp sound, Big Head staggered backward from the blow. Several bloody marks appeared on his face, black blood streaming down.
"Huh???"
He remained frozen in his beaten posture, his face full of question marks.
"I came to help you. Why did you hit me?"
"You little thief, still trying to fool me? Die!"
Bigtooth remained relentless and looked ready to attack him again.
"Wait... wait..."
Big Head hurriedly waved his hands, then immediately realized what was happening. "Toothy, I really am Big Head!"
"Uh..."
Bigtooth froze, stopping mid-motion. He believed him somewhat, because only Big Head would call him that.
"Little Head, is that really you?"
"Yeah..."
"Why are you so black now? Did someone boil you?"
Bigtooth asked curiously.
Big Head looked utterly miserable.
"Ugh! Don't mention it. It's a long story of tears. While you