They're Saved?

Previously, their minds had been wholly fixed on the blood chains, leaving them utterly unaware of the outside world.

Now, as they sensed carefully, they indeed caught a warm, steady aura, vast as an abyss, tearing through the air toward them and drawing ever closer.

Their memories raced through their minds—

One of them suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with a long-lost gleam:

"It's Big Brother!"

"No mistake—this is Big Brother's aura!"

His tone was decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Biancheng King likewise closed his eyes and carefully discerned it.

A moment later, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably—

The two brothers beside him said nothing, but their eyes already made everything clear:

Big Brother had truly come!

They were saved!

With his confidence restored, Biancheng King immediately shouted in a low voice:

"King Song Emperor! King of Five Offices! Quickly, release your auras with all your strength!"

Since Big Brother had arrived, he must have come to help them.

But this temporary camp of the zombie race sprawled over a vast area.

If they did not actively reveal their location and provide a clear beacon, then relying on Big Brother to search alone, who knew how much time it would take?

The auras of the Ten Yama Kings had long been as familiar to one another as brands seared into their souls.

At this moment, they only needed to give it everything they had and release their spiritual essence outward—

That would be the clearest cry for help, the loudest response.

Sure enough, it would not be long before Big Brother sensed something amiss.

When that happened, he would certainly rush over at once to save them.

At present, none of the four great zombie kings remained in the camp.

The undead left behind varied greatly