Before the Battle

On the way back south, Bai Yujun had been pondering the traits of high-level zombies.

Zombie bodies were indeed sturdy. Of course, they were nowhere near as tough as a flood dragon, nor could they compare to the Golden-haired Ape, gorillas, or even other demon emperors. Perhaps they were stronger than fox demons. Most crucially, zombies no longer had corpse poison, like tigers stripped of their fangs.

Those high-level zombies differed greatly from ordinary blood-drinking zombies born of corpse transformation. They would not become Drought Demons, merely lingering in the mortal world in their dead bodies—walking corpses, nothing more.

She had originally wanted to disperse the gray fog and use the blazing sun to suppress them, but the wind could not scatter it, and rain could not wash it away.

After turning it over in her mind, she concluded that only a real fight with blades and steel was the proper path.

"What a bore. No time to soak in a Hot Spring~"

One clear summer day.

High in the air, a White-clothed Girl rode the Black Horse through empty space. Its four hooves blazed like fire as it raced across the sky and water, mane tossing and tail lashing as it swept over the heads of people hiding deep in the mountains, startling flocks of birds. Alone with a single spear, she roamed the Sea of Corpses.

Along the way, she encountered small bands of wasteland tribes that had broken through the pass, pillaging villages and violating women. She casually tossed down a clone, which swiftly slaughtered every villain and their wolf mounts before dissolving into specks of starlight.

The people thought some god or Buddha had descended to earth, and bowed to the wrong deity.

When the tide of corpses passed, deathly aura filled the land. Once the