On the battlefield outside, Nether Dragon was riding high. Though he lacked the strength of the Undead Race, his presence was overwhelming.
The low-tier zombies were intimidated and dared not approach.
For a moment, an empty space formed around him.
"Brothers, charge with me!"
Nether Dragon roared and led several Zombie Kings and the dense zombie tide farther forward.
Countless vines were torn apart, and the pink flowers covering the ground were trampled.
Even the Island Nation Triumvirate and the Desert Twin Stars were forced back repeatedly.
Hu Lai sighed in relief, thinking that their boss really was pretty strong.
"Now you see what our Undead Race big brother is worth, huh?"
Just then, something whistled through the air ahead. A razor-sharp claw blade sliced through the air, heading straight for Nether Dragon.
Little Eight paid no heed to any of that. Without retreating in the slightest, she continued her assault.
Startled, Nether Dragon hurriedly tilted his head aside. The claw blade skimmed dangerously past his cheek, even slicing off a few strands of hair.
That was close!
But before he could catch his breath, a savage aura surged toward him again.
Nether Dragon turned to look, his fierce eyes narrowing. It was still Little Eight. She was simply too fast, and her claw blades were almost upon him again.
This time, dodging was already difficult. Nether Dragon curled his claws into a fist and punched forward.
Bzzzz-
As the two collided, a metallic groan rang out. Little Eight recoiled, braced herself with one hand, and landed steadily on the ground.
But when she turned to look, she found the alloy claw blades on her right arm still trembling, their piercing hum grating on the ears.
Back on Blue Star, this alloy had been considered top-grade and extremely durable. But