Chapter 482 Hunting Deities_2

Now, looking at the heavy armor knight huffing and puffing, her earlier conjecture was once again confirmed.

Close the distance, attack!

The exhausted undead, who had already spent all their strength, stood there like a stake, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the attack came.

Fulin's sword tip was as tricky as a venomous snake.

Watching the heavy armor knight shouting "Ah, I am blinded" as her tricky sword thrust precisely hit his eye, she felt that she had overestimated the undead or perhaps had never really understood them. They didn't fear death, yet they would often become strangely disordered in some areas.

She thrust her sword once more, no need to retract it this time, because the heavy armor knight had already turned to a pile of ashes, dissipating into the air.

The flying beast, covered in arrows, was finally shot down and "boom," crashed to the ground.