"Have you finally let go?"
Little Mushroom looked up from the side and saw that Steel Vajra was incredibly strong, hurling the Crystal Stone dozens of meters into the air.
He hurriedly controlled a group of Mimic Zombies, sending them over to catch the Crystal Stone.
As the force behind the Crystal Stone dissipated, it hung suspended in midair before beginning to fall.
"Yahoo!"
But suddenly, a howl came from afar. A figure swept through the air at astonishing speed and caught the Crystal Stone in the blink of an eye.
With a beat of its wings, it hovered in midair.
This zombie had a protruding face, bared fangs, and a face covered in fine fur. It looked utterly ferocious and terrifying.
It was Flying Hound, one of the Provincial Capital's Four War Generals!
Clearly, Steel Vajra had sensed Flying Hound approaching and had deliberately thrown the Crystal Stone high into the air.
Seeing him take the Crystal Stone away, Little Mushroom's plan fell through. The Mimic Zombies had caught nothing but air, and she muttered under her breath.
"How annoying!"
With his right hand now free, Steel Vajra hurriedly raised his arm. His huge fan-like claw reached straight for Little Eight.
Little Eight had no intention of being caught by him. She quickly retreated, and with a flash, vanished outright.
When she appeared again, she had already opened a gap of several dozen meters.
"Steel Vajra, you're injured."
Flying Hound looked back from the air.
"I'm fine."
Steel Vajra answered, his voice especially hoarse due to his pierced neck, like rusted iron grinding together.
However, as a Strength Type zombie, he possessed an incredibly tough body. The wound from being pierced was rapidly healing.
Flying Hound nodded and folded his arms.
"Mm. It's all over."
As soon as he