And for human professionals, there is only one fatal injury: either by bursting their dog head or chopping it off, they could be killed instantly.
Therefore, without a second word, Old Iron's eight spider spikes on his back transformed into streaks of black shadows, crazily stabbing towards the professional's skull.
In the horrifying sound of "sizzle sizzle sizzle," the sharp spider spikes moved like a pile driver, performing a piston-like motion in and out of the opponent's skull.
The professional who still had half a health bar remaining had his health bar emptied in an instant, and the whole person turned into a puddle of mush and "plop" fell at Old Iron's feet, dead beyond dead.
On the other side, the Spider Queen was still in a rough and tough guise, charging out from a pile of skeletons and zombies, heading straight for the Heretical Sect members.
