His backward momentum came to a halt, but the impact made him cough up another mouthful of blood, leaving him in a wretched state.
He subconsciously glanced down to see five horrifying claw marks on his chest, each one deep enough to expose bone. An eerie white aura was spreading from the wounds, preventing the flesh from regenerating.
Frost Throat Hosen was utterly horrified. His eyes shot toward the zombie, which was radiating a terrifying aura.
'What the hell is this thing? How can it be so overwhelmingly strong!?'
However, before he could recover from his shock, a petite figure appeared at Hosen's side like a phantom. A playful giggle drifted softly by, as if whispered right next to his ear.
"Hehe, big guy, your blood smells so sweet~"
It was the little Vampire, Esther.
The small wings on her back flapped as her parted lips revealed a pair of sharp fangs. With a wave of her tiny hand, several blood-red Energy Blades WHIZZED toward Hosen's neck.
