Li Yahong stared at the scene before her in astonishment.
It was the first time she had seen a battle between a Skeleton Horde and a Zombie Horde.
The sight was bloody and horrifying.
A zombie's severed arm hung from a skeleton's rib cage, while zombies frantically gnawed on the skeletons' ribs.
The visual impact was far stronger than any movie.
Survivors who had managed to stay alive had already accepted this post-apocalyptic environment, both physically and mentally.
Yet what was happening before them still sent chills through their hearts.
Wu Heng cast Grease Spell again, igniting a scorching blaze.
The zombies charged even more fiercely, like crashing waves battering the Skeleton Horde's formation without pause.
The skeletons fought back relentlessly, killing the zombies that rushed forward again and again.
At the point where the two sides met, a dividing line of corpses and white bones gradually formed.
Just as Wu Heng thought that there would be no problem as long as they held on—
The attacking zombies suddenly changed.
Groups of zombies avoided the flames ahead and even bypassed the Spearmen, circling around to both sides and launching fierce attacks.
Like a compressor constantly closing in, they squeezed the Skeleton Horde from both flanks.
At the same time, zombies rushed into the stairwells of the buildings on either side, smashed through the windows, and leaped down from above directly into the center of the skeleton formation.
As they crushed a swath of skeletons beneath them, they began slaughtering them.
In an instant, the Skeleton Horde fell into chaos.
Wu Heng and Li Yahong stared at the scene in shock.
The zombies had begun using tactics.
How was that possible?
"There must be something influencing these zombies."
Wu Heng's gaze swept rapidly across the battlefield, searching for the reason behind