Shortly after the thousand Wolf Fang Regiment members and five helicopters swiftly withdrew from the valley, several faint black figures slowly appeared atop the cliff that had been blasted open, sending countless rocks tumbling down. From afar, they looked like tiny black dots, inconspicuous amid the vast valley and exceedingly difficult to spot.
But upon closer inspection, one would see that they wore identical black robes. Their wide black cloaks had hoods that concealed their faces in shadow, with only their striking scarlet eyes revealing their identities.
They were the Abominations that had never appeared throughout the entire three days!
There were not many of them, only ten. They strolled to the edge of the cliff as if taking a leisurely walk, paying no attention to the scene in the valley below. Or rather, no matter how many zombies died, they were still only zombies.
The Abomination at the front was the most conspicuous, because he was the only one who had not concealed his entire body. With his hands folded over his abdomen, he exposed flawless skin. Those hands, identical to a human's except for their black nails, were openly displayed. His knuckles were distinct and pale; if not for his eyes, he would hardly have seemed different from a human.
At the same time, his hood was not pulled tightly over his face like those of the other Abominations. It exposed his smooth chin, whose skin was astonishingly clean.
Whoosh—
A fierce gust blew in from the mountains opposite, whipping up sand and stones. It lifted the hoods of the Abominations one after another, exposing all their previously hidden faces. One shocking visage after another was instantly revealed.
Ten Abominations: nine half-transformed, and one fully transformed!
The fully transformed Abomination was the leader standing at the very front,