Jiang Yang pointed at the Level Eight Zombies wandering aimlessly in the distance. Compared to those Zombies, he found that this one before him, the fellow called Ten Wings, was far more fortunate.
"Compared to those poor fools with no intelligence who can only obey others' commands, someone like you is much luckier. At the very least, you know how you died!"
Jiang Yang's voice was somewhat cold. In his view, the Zombie Plane's methods were far too ruthless. Why were some beings born to be revered by countless others, while some things were created only to be expended in a single battle?
The world was unfair. Jiang Yang understood that well, but he also knew that whether things were fair or not, there should at least be a path for advancement.
Ten Wings glanced at the mindless Zombies, his eyes revealing a trace of disgust. "Those things deserve to be called Zombies? They're merely expendable goods bred by the Mother Queen!"
Mother Queen? Bred?
Jiang Yang caught the key words. "What is the Mother Queen? When you say bred, do you mean these mindless Zombies were bred by some being, or mass-produced?"
"That's right. These Zombies are mass-produced. They're no different from us, except they have no consciousness. And they don't deserve to have consciousness."
"You won't get a good ending by capturing me. Once an intelligent Zombie like me is killed, the people of the Zombie Plane will receive a signal. When that happens, you'll die without even a burial ground!"
Ten Wings seemed to regain his confidence and turned around to threaten Jiang Yang. After all, he held the advantage now, while Jiang Yang was on someone else's territory in the Zombie Zone.
"Then I'll kill you and see what happens!" Jiang Yang snorted coldly and directly