Kapitel 1061: Dire Strait

"Sunny… come here! I'll… I'll only kill you a little…"

"Get the hell away from me, you demented zombie!"

Sunny took a few steps back, easily avoiding the grasp of the shambling corpse of Master Jet. Fortunately, she was not too fast — in fact, she could barely crawl. Her nails powerlessly scratched against the alloy, and Soul Reaper let out a hoarse, disappointed hiss.

"Damn it…"

Sunny shook his head. Despite Jet's weakened state, avoiding her clutches was a tiresome task — mostly because there was nowhere really for him to run. Currently, the two of them were trapped on an alloy raft that was drifting slowly across the strait between the Antarctic Center and the vast landmass to the east.

When Jet lost control of herself, all Sunny could do was endlessly circle the raft and wait for her to come to her senses.

"Come here, Sunny! I won't bite…"