"Such a pain..."
On a distant hillside, a bearded middle-aged man clad head to toe in armor stood gripping a greatsword, staring down at the city below.
From here, he could clearly see countless Mad Corpses pouring into it from every direction. From afar, the city looked like a scrap of pie surrounded by innumerable ants. If it had been any other city, it would probably have fallen completely by now. It might even have been occupied by the Mad Corpses and turned into a living hell.
But that was not the case.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"
Countless blades gleaming with golden light descended from the heavens, ruthlessly harvesting the Mad Corpses across the battlefield. Whether they were swarming in groups or fused into dark giants, they were mercilessly cleaved apart and destroyed. If the Mad Corpses were an ant colony, then what they faced was terrifying insecticide—one strike was enough to wipe out countless Mad Corpses.
But... how long could this last?
Everyone's strength was limited, and the man understood that perfectly well. He had gathered nearly all the zombies on Honshu for this very moment. All he needed was to drag this man to death. No matter how powerful Fang Zheng was, he could not possibly wipe out the millions-strong Mad Corpse army on Honshu, could he?
"Well, that was what I thought too."
When that voice suddenly came from behind him, the man's body immediately stiffened. He slowly lowered his head and stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the black blade protruding from his chest. Only then did Fang Zheng step out from behind him, grinning as he patted the man's shoulder.
"How's that? Surprised? Unexpected?"
"You... how did you..."
The man stared wide-eyed at Fang Zheng emerging from behind him, utterly bewildered. It was only natural.