The sticky, slippery tentacles shot straight at Vikram's face; speed-type zombies were always harder to deal with than strength-type ones.
But before the tentacles reached to him, Phantom Druid appeared for a second, and directly slashed it.
Half of the tentacle fell to the ground, and the zombie let out a scream.
Vikram was about to rush up the stairs to cut down this blind obstacle, but he suddenly tripped.
Looking down, the severed half of the tentacle was still moving.
It was currently wrapped around his shoe, wriggling.
"This damn thing can still do this?" He looked at the tentacle on his foot with disdain, and with a slight exertion of his leg, he shook it off.
At the same time, he didn't stop moving, taking three steps at a time up the stairs, while the Phantom Druid tried to cut many tentacles.
