Only after a moment did Flared Ears and the other zombies crawl out of the tunnel. The two zombies on the snow still remained deadlocked.
"He sure can run..."
Big Buckteeth swept his gaze over them and saw Flared Ears and the others had reached the surface. Unwilling to keep tangling with Tank, he planned to dig another tunnel and return underground, back to his home ground.
So he burrowed into the snow again without showing his head, plunged both claws into the earth, and started digging.
"Huh? Where'd the zombie go?"
Tank scanned the area and realized he was no longer coming out.
This mole hadn't had enough of a beating yet...
Then they saw dirt constantly being flung from a patch of snow.
Flared Ears hurriedly shouted at the sight.
"He's digging! Stop him!"
"Damn it! This bastard is really something!"
The zombies behind him cried out and immediately rushed forward. Quite a few Ace Elites charged over as well, all of them racing in with savage fury.
But Big Buckteeth dug incredibly fast. In just the time it took to breathe, he had tunneled several meters away, his entire body disappearing into the soil.
He was about to escape back into the tunnel below.
"Grass Domain!"
Just then, a soft cry rang out in the distance. The surrounding earth writhed as vines burst from the ground and grew wildly, blanketing the entire area in an instant.
"Damn it!"
Big Buckteeth sensed that something was wrong as well. Greenery was emerging in the bitter winter, and the vines stretched toward him like long snakes, seeking to coil around him.
Terror filled his heart, and he hurriedly tried to dodge.
But no matter how skilled he was at running, it was futile before such a powerful domain.
Big Buckteeth