"Boom." A gigantic scorpion-tailed lion fell from the sky, dozens of meters long. It tumbled about in the desert, countless numbers of undead crushed to pieces by its massive inertia and weight, deprived of any possibility to stand up again.
"Oh, dear goodness, little lion." A tremble passed underneath the fluffy body of the scorpion-tailed lion. The winged sisters forcefully poked their heads out from under the mane, massaging their necks and complaining, "We were nearly crushed to death, is this some new style of landing?"
"Are you two idiots?" With a dizzy movement, Dillie shook its gigantic head, spoke in a coarse voice: "I was shot down, how stupid do you have to be to confuse that with landing?"
"Spit, spit." With green skin, Christo spit out mouthfuls of sand as he surfaced. He had been crushed tightly, half of his body was stuck and couldn't get out. He could only shriek, "Damn lion, shrink in size now. There are several people crushed below you."
