"Wednesday wife!"
Grundy charged in headfirst again, but this time, while still in midair, his head was covered by a piece of black cloth with a splat.
He went off course again, destroying another large stretch of buildings. Bobo, watching from the rear, bared his teeth in distress. This was the ruins of an ancient magical civilization—these were all cultural relics!
After getting back up, Grundy behaved differently again. He stretched out both hands and groped around blankly, as if wondering who had turned off the lights.
Su Ming could not help feeling impressed. Circe was truly formidable. How had she persuaded someone with Grundy's level of intelligence to join the team?
Impressed or not, he still gave Cloak an order: send the big Zombie to Limbo.
Cloak immediately used its specialty: hanging-style transportation. It lifted Grundy directly into the air, then vanished from everyone's sight in a flash.
Though that pale, rotten monster possessed tremendous strength, he only weighed around four hundred kilograms—lighter than Hulk.
That was perfectly normal. Hulk was packed with solid muscle, while Grundy was full of swollen, sticky, hollow rotten flesh. Even his bones had decayed into a honeycomb, so naturally he could not weigh much.
With Cloak gone, Su Ming could only rely on the armor formed by Strangle for magical resistance. His energy defense had undoubtedly dropped by a great deal, so he set his sights on the weakest member of the enemy team.
Yes, in Deathstroke's eyes, Plant Master was the weakest of the remaining enemies. Plant magic was good in every way except that it lacked long-range energy projection methods.
This flower-tree man could summon dead branches to attack or defend. Attacks bursting from underground were always hard to guard against, and he could also use highly toxic pollen to create