"Wood."
Amid the lightning and thunder, Wood stepped behind Qian Wanyu and reached straight for her heart from the back.
Lü Xing was the first to notice something wrong, and he shouted.
Everyone's attention swung toward Wood. His eyes were blood-red, making him look even more terrifying than before. He spread his fingers, their sharp tips resembling five enormous blades.
"Seventh Sister, watch out!"
Qian Wanyu had already been pondering one question. Of their entire little group, the only person she did not know was the man Lü Xing had brought, especially since Ninth Sister had muttered to her many times that Wood looked far too much like one of the living dead.
Thus, when he attacked, she narrowly evaded the fatal blow.
"He's one of the living dead!" Li Yunan added in frustration, and several of them attacked him together.
His shout practically jolted the senior students helping nearby awake. They had been utterly stunned by the scene before them. Infighting within the team, Dark-Type Spirit Masters, and now the living dead-their brains could barely keep up.
Lü Xing stood rooted to the spot, at a loss.
Everyone surrounded Wood and attacked, but he remained fixated on one target-Qian Wanyu.
"Be careful dealing with him." Qing Mo had a headache. There had been too many unexpected developments. With so many people watching, Wanyu had to conceal some of her abilities, leaving her hamstrung in battle. Being unable to fight freely meant taking a beating.
Xian seized the confusion to grip Dongfang Minghui and gradually retreat from the chaotic battlefield.
"Little Lecher."
Dongfang Minghui scarcely dared imagine what awaited her if she was taken away. Still more frightening was the thought of Wood losing control. His combat strength was ferocious, and Seventh Sister had little chance of winning against him.