A Hard Road To Survival

Boaaa~~~

A low yet thunderous voice whispered out, just in the nick of time when Wolfram's body turned a disturbing shade of purple.

The voice sent eerie dread through the undead as they suddenly froze, no longer trying to rip Wolfram apart. 

Just a bit more, and Wolfram would've sworn his waist would've been separated from his upper half. 

But even though saved, the auras from his many saviors were enough to leave him wobbly. 

Crack. Crack. Crack!

Several twitching sounds echoed out, followed by a thunderous earthquake.

And soon, Wolfram knew what true strength was. 

Too slow!

Bam!!

Giant roots smashed into the many undead, fiercely inning them to the ground!

F***ing hell!

What did he just see?

This sort of murder was too grim to watch.