Kneel and call her Queen?
Big Strong's blood boiled. Does she really think I have no pride?
In my life, I only kneel to heaven, earth, and my boss. Who the hell are you?
His face twisted fiercely as he struggled with all his strength to break free.
The tough, resilient thorn vines slowly began to show signs of tearing.
Although the thorns had trapped Big Strong, that was all they had done. He had suffered no real injuries.
A cold smile flashed across the Red-Clothed Zombie's face. Her lips moved slightly, and a few seconds later, two more towering thorn plants abruptly emerged from the ground.
Unlike the first two, these had slender yet sturdy vines and leaves covered in sharp barbs. They lashed Big Strong like whips.
Bound in place with nowhere to dodge, Big Strong took the full force of their lashes.
He let out a muffled grunt. It hurt badly.
Big Strong realized he had a tough opponent on his hands. This zombie was a higher level than him.
Should I call my boss to save me?
Bloody welts appeared across his body. One of his followers cried out, "Even the boss can't beat her? Isn't the boss invincible?"
The sight of Big Strong being thrashed immediately cast doubt on his authority.
The Red-Clothed Zombie sneered. "Your strength isn't in the same league as your mouth. Is that all you've got? Wimp."
Wimp?
Big Strong's eyes turned completely red.
Unless I'm desperate, I can't call my boss. If he kills this zombie, that won't mean I killed her. It won't restore the authority I've lost.
I have to kill her myself.
I still have a way. I can definitely beat her.
That way was to advance to level nine. Big Strong felt he was only a