Chapter 149: Undead Katyusha

As the legend concluded, the cat-woman assembled the half-mask back onto her face, covering her seductive lips before quietly sitting to the side.

The tale of the hunter's wife was somewhat desolate, plunging the atmosphere into silence. Perhaps sharing the same womanly empathy, a flash of sorrow crossed Finina's face. Zhao Nan patted the back of her hand and smiled, asking, "Right, did you bring any milk?"

"Yes, I did. Just a moment."

Finina was slightly startled, but quickly realized Zhao Nan was simply trying to distract her. She smiled sweetly, her displeasure instantly vanishing as she bent down and retrieved a bottle of milk from the picnic basket.

Before she could even open it, the little Ice Phoenix swooped in with a whoosh, grabbed the bottle in its claws, and flew far away.

"You greedy little thing," Finina scolded with a smiling reproach.

Zhao Nan shook his head, watching Saye fly further and further away, looking very much like a naughty child who had done something wrong and wanted to hide. He amusedly said, "Call it back. Don't let it fly blindly into the dense fog area like last time, or we'll waste a lot of effort trying to find it."

If pets exceeded a certain distance, they could no longer be recalled.

This wasn't flat terrain, but rather a mountain forest with towering trees all around. If the little Ice Phoenix flew even slightly higher, it would vanish among the canopy, making it very difficult to spot.

Finina shook her head, stepped out of the safe zone, leaped into a tree, scooped Saye into her arms, patted its head, and softly scolded it.

Suddenly, a patch of white appeared among the tree shadows, with wisps of mist rising and quickly making the woodland ahead hazy and dim. Finina could not help uttering a startled cry.

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The cat-woman's hearing was exceptionally acute. Her cat-ears twitched, and she looked toward that direction. This movement naturally alerted Zhao Nan, who also stepped out of the safe zone.

He cast a skill upon himself—Spirit Perception Eye.

This skill was the product of recent fusion, combining the Listening Wind and the Light Wind. Once cast, a fifty-meter radius around him transformed into an omni-visual field, as if numerous camera lenses were attached to his body, allowing him to zoom in and out at will and slow down the actions of targets.

"I'll go take a look," the cat-woman suddenly said.

Zhao Nan nodded, frowning as he lowered his voice, "There seems to be a figure in the mist."

Zhao Nan's gaze sharpened as he met the cat-woman's equally bright eyes. He thought to himself that this cat-woman and he were actually the same kind of people—those who took strange quests to heart. "Or... let's not separate. I've locked onto it. Let's go together."

"Alright!"

Without hesitation, the cat-woman pivoted, bounded forward in a few leaps, landed in front of the little loli, and hoisted her onto her back. Finina dropped down from the tree, and Zhao Nan walked over, flicking the little Ice Phoenix on the head. "You didn't cause trouble this time."

At this moment, the white shadow in the mist had not gone far, merely wandering back and forth. As they drew closer, it became clearer. It looked like a woman with shoulder-length hair covering half her face.

Finina asked in surprise, "Is this the undead from the legend, the hunter's wife?"

Zhao Nan mused, "Judging by the gender and appearance, it somewhat resembles her, but whether it truly is, we'll have to verify."

Regardless of whether it was a quest character, one had to get within a certain distance for the opponent's name to appear. The view ahead was hazy, and even the half-exposed face of the woman in white could not be seen clearly.

At this point, the cat-woman set the little loli down and moved forward silently. She could walk without a sound; this technique was even more formidable than that of ordinary thieves, allowing her to conceal her heartbeat and breathing, and move without disturbing the airflow.

Shadow Warrior—the cat-woman's class truly lived up to its name, functioning as an entity akin to a shadow.

As the cat-woman closed in, the others also gathered their focus and held their breath.

Right at that moment, the woman in white seemed to sense something. She whirled around abruptly, her black hair scattering like a hedgehog's quills, every single strand transforming into terrifying long needles that shot toward the cat-woman. The cat-woman's reflexes were absolute top-tier; facing the dense barrage of attacks, she flexed her slender legs and nimbly dodged every single one.

The woman in white then glided over like a wraith, finally allowing everyone to see her features clearly.

Her eyes constantly wept blood, and her face was a bruised, dark cyan color.

Level 30 Undead, Katyusha! Her name appeared in blue.

Seeing the Undead Katyusha swoop down in assault, the cat-woman let out a sharp cry, and the slender rapier at her waist flashed like lightning, tracing a cold arc in the air.

The cold light swept right across the undead's body without meeting any resistance whatsoever. A jolt went through the cat-woman's heart—the undead before her had suffered not the slightest bit of damage.

"Careful, she has no physical form! Physical attacks are useless!" Zhao Nan shouted in warning.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The cat-woman struck three lightning-fast stabs, but the undead still remained completely unharmed. With a shake, the undead's hair grew wildly and instantly wrapped tightly around the cat-woman's body!

At that moment, Finina moved quietly. The Sword Saint of the Heavens could not match the absolute silence of a Shadow Warrior, but her sword radiance was terrifying in an entirely different way. The longsword in her hand effortlessly sliced through the undead's hair and deftly yanked the cat-woman back.

Zhao Nan frowned, raised his hand, and shot out a small fireball.

This was one of the few low-level skills he had retained without fusing.

Yet the fireball flew straight through the undead's body, landed on the ground behind it, and exploded with a boom, blasting out a small crater.

Zhao Nan narrowed his eyes—even magical attacks were ineffective.

Ever since this undead had appeared, the nearby fallen demons had vanished instantly, as if this place had become the undead's personal playground.

It drifted over without making a single sound, neither fast nor slow.

Finina frowned, slashing out an arc of sword qi that once again passed right through the undead's body, though it cleaved a large tree behind it cleanly in two. She said with frustration, "Still useless."

A thought struck Zhao Nan. He pointed his Soul-Devouring Staff forward, and gray mist shot out, instantly entangling the undead's body.

Soul Roar!

Suddenly, the undead clutched its head and shrieked in agony, its face twisted in pain. With blood already streaming from its eyes, it looked even more like an evil ghost now.

Mental-type attacks were effective!

Soul Roar was not enough to kill the undead, but the damage dealt was quite decent. Zhao Nan pointed his staff again. Among the skills he had practiced, only those of the Dark element leaned toward mental attacks.

Mind Bite!

"Ah—!"

The undead shrieked even more miserably, collapsing to the ground and curling up in tremors. Yet, even after two consecutive skills, its health bar had barely decreased.

Just as Zhao Nan was preparing another skill, the undead suddenly screamed, "Don't kill me!"