“Eh, wait, that’s just a battle zombie! There’s no point in capturing him!” Lu Yun’s jaw dropped when he saw the Curse King fling himself wildly at the red-furred zombie. Why was his reaction so big? Simply because the other had called out his name? Or did the Curse King have a way of retaining the thoughts inhabiting the zombie?

“Well, no matter what, a lot of problems really will be resolved if we take this fellow alive!” Lu Yun beckoned, making the lava pool beneath his feet shake and tremble. A mammoth being stood up from it—a lava giant made from the Abyssal Hell’s gray lava!

It was five thousand kilometers tall and smashed...