The giant zombie, once frozen stiff as ice, suddenly regained the ability to move. Although it still could not be as agile as under normal circumstances, the mere fact that its body could move meant it no longer stood like an ice block awaiting shattering by the Dragon Spear. The force of the incoming Dragon Spear seemed to be diverted off-course by some sudden external force, striking the giant zombie's shoulder obliquely.
Shatima, who had intended to smash his opponent into countless pieces with a single strike, was momentarily taken aback. He felt only a cold chill entwining him, gripping his body like sticky mud, preventing any movement. Startled and panic-stricken, Shatima had no time to think further. He roared angrily and jerked his body backward violently, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint, flying backward, but the shadowy aura that followed him like a curse could not be shaken off. It clung to him tightly and even seemed to gradually seep into his body.
