167 Hunting Down the Thousand Year Corpse King (2/2)

The Blessed Realm zombie began to jump even more quickly and anxiously. Even Happy frowned as he watched. He originally thought that Little North could lure all the zombies away, but he did not expect that the zombies would act like professional guards and split their duties. They would leave behind a huge group of people to protect the Thousand Year Corpse King and only send three mooks to form a group to chase away the Blessed Realm zombie.

”Have it stop running. Help me hold them back.”

When the Blessed Realm zombie lured the three Mystical Realm zombies to the area near the tombstone where Happy and Little North were, Happy patted Little North's shoulder and leapt out from behind the tombstone. He moved as quickly as lightning and went straight for the zombie at the very back.

When it heard a new sound, the zombie reacted by turning its head around. Its arms moved around like wheels, and it left its group to head for Happy!

”Perfect timing!” he roared!

The saber glare on the Hundred-battle Saber in Happy's hand increased in brightness.

He went up to receive the zombie's attack with his body, then extended his left hand outwards in the shape of a claw. He swung his Hundred-battle Saber downwards. When he completely ignored the fearsome blow directed at his chest, it looked like he had decided to fight against the zombie with his life. Little North, who had been watching behind him, felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

But was that really the case?

Was Happy truly going to risk his body to fight against a dead person whose body was so strong that it was at the level of a metal?

What a joke!

The moment the two of them clashed head-on, Happy's one single action made the tragic battle that was about to occur change completely.

Dragon Capture!

An astonishing absorption exploded from the center of his palm.

The zombie's black arms instantly fell into Happy's hand. His robes fluttered, and with a yank, he pulled the zombie to his side with minimal force. Because of it, the zombie looked as if it had delivered its neck to Happy's saber by its own volition.

Happy helped himself to the zombie's neck. He lifted the saber and swung it down!

Clang!

The head did not fall.

The neck was as sturdy as metal too. However, the zombie was sent skidding by the powerful slash. Two deep trenches were dug under its feet, and it did not snap out of its daze even after a long time had passed.

Happy followed closely, like a shadow. Moments later, an astonishing glare shot out of his Hundred-battle Saber.

Shing!

With a whistle, a smooth, dazzling, dark-blue, circular saber glare that looked like a plate of blue pearls appeared in the air.

Little North's gaze fixed on the moment when the zombie head flew high into the air. He sucked in a sharp breath, dumbfounded!

Thud!

The zombie stood on the spot for some time before it fell to the ground dejectedly.

Little North stared at the zombie's head that rolled far into the distance. He did not manage to register the situation even after a long time had passed. If it were not because his precious zombie was still jumping around and fleeing, he would have really thought that the zombie that had its head easily cut off was a Blessed Realm puppet that had yet to reach complete maturity.

Happy did not pay any attention to Little North, who had just suffered a huge mental shock. He picked up the spoils of war that spilled over the ground and, without ever stopping, chased after the other zombies that had been brought to run around in circles.

Tap, tap, tap, tap!

Happy moved as if he was treading on clouds. His movements made it seem as if he was flying.

Ting!

A throwing knife bounced off the second zombie's head. The clear sound of metal clashing against something and the slight pain enraged the zombie. Its fleshless and terrifying face instantly turned to Happy!

A foul smell entered his nostrils.