The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

A group of purebred undead who had continued to run away suddenly stopped because they found that the giant undead creature had a new target and was no longer chasing them.

“Who’s that kid? Why haven’t I seen him before?” A battered and exhausted undead teenager gasped for breath and asked his companions.

“I haven’t seen him either, but he looks like a low undead.” Another undead teenager shook his head.

“Low undead? Are you kidding me? How could a low undead come here in the Forest of Death?” The female undead came over with the help of her companions; her face was full of incredulity.

“Anyway, the Mole Beast seems to have targeted him, so let’s take this opportunity to leave.” The undead teenagers didn’t care about the other party’s life at all, even if the other party’s appearance had resolved their crisis. In the mind of these arrogant purebred undeads, the low undead were just as small as ants. Asking them to save a low undead was an utter joke.

Just as they were trying to evacuate while the Mole Beast’s target had shifted to others, a grievous roar erupted from the mouth of the behemoth.

This roar made the earth tremble. The group of undead teenagers turned their heads in shock.

Then, what happened in front of them next stunned them all.

They saw that the agile petite figure, with the help of the trees around, was constantly flying in mid-air. She was holding a very unremarkable bow in her hand, and as she dodged, the bow in her hand was constantly shooting arrows at the Mole Beast.

It was practically impossible to fight a high undead creature with ordinary arrows. High undead creatures had such a very high defense that even a strong sword could hardly kill them.

However, an incredible scene had been staged in front of their eyes. Every arrow projected by that petite figure was aimed at the eyes of the Mole Beast!

No matter how powerful an undead creature, their eyes were always the most vulnerable place.

“How is that possible… How did he do that?” One of the undead teenagers rubbed his eyes incredulously and could not believe what he saw.

A low undead inflicting heavy damage on a high undead creature?! This was simply a joke!

“My god! I’ve never seen such fine archery!” The female undead covered her mouth as she exclaimed in admiration.

She was still capable of shooting arrows in the air while dodging continuously, and each of her arrows hit the eyes of the Mole Beast. Under such intensive attack, the vulnerable eyes of the Mole Beast had been filled with black arrows. It was hard for them to imagine that the low undead could still shoot so many shots with a hundred percent accuracy in such a situation.

“Is that fellow really a low undead? There’s no way he is.” The purebred undead who wanted to take the opportunity to slip away stopped, staring at the scene of a low undead toying around with a high undead creature.

When they saw that the Mole Beast, who had nearly chased them to a dead end, was being toyed around to such an extent by a humble low undead, the worldview of these few undead teenagers was completely distorted

Thud!

That fellow couldn’t be a low undead! If a low undead were that good, how could the purebred undead like them continue to live, ah?