——"Flying Dragon [Human Pus]!"
A colossal creature, over twenty meters long and with wings spanning about sixteen meters, gradually appeared in sight.
"Let me handle this." Fried the Nun whispered.
"Alright." Su Ziyu nodded.
Around this flying dragon, numerous soul glows scattered, seemingly the remains of zombies and knights killed by it. Flames left traces everywhere, and some buildings had been knocked down and collapsed.
Fried the Nun's figure vanished from her original location.
In Su Ziyu's perception, Fried the Nun stealthily moved from the right, flexibly crossing the wall railing, her hands tightly gripping the giant scythe as she approached the dragon's head.
Huh!
As wisps of black flames emerged, Fried the Nun's figure suddenly appeared above the crouching body of the dragon, gripping her scythe tightly and swinging it fiercely at the dragon's head.
Bang.
Blood splattered.
