Another space crack dealt another severe blow to the elderly woman and took her out.
"You old bitch! How dare you stop me for so long?" The Undead leader gripped her by her gray-white hair and raised her head.
The grip was so harsh that her hair was partially uprooted and blood flowed from her scalp and dripped down her forehead.
The elderly woman hissed at the pain on the inside but she defiantly glanced at the Undead.
Instead of killing her right away, the Undead slapped her with the back of his hand.
A loud clap rang in the space and the level 9 that were fighting in the distance froze for a moment before glancing in that direction. Their faces paled and the light in their eyes grew dark.
The Undead fighting them saw a chance and were about to attack when a tired and unclear but unyielding voice rang across the space.
"Fie..ht till dea—th!"