When the voice went out, the battlefield that was filled with all types of growls and screams went silent for a second.
When Tang Ling instinctively turned around, he saw the castellan Worf on his strange flying device floating above the garage.
His black mantle fluttered wildly in the air, making his figure look as majestic as a god above everything on the battlefield.
"Damn it. Did he notice me?" Tang Ling was not frightened by the powerful image. Instead, he thought highly of himself. On the chaotic battlefield and on a rather dark slope, who would take notice of him, a petty ant?
Following his instinct, he lay low and decided to crawl over to the other side of the slope shamelessly.
Worf did not get an answer, so he chuckled coldly and raised his fist. All of a sudden, the flying device descended.
A huge dark energy sphere appeared around his fist instantly as he dove into the sea of zombies.