After learning about the Zombie King from Zhang Shuhui, Jiang You immediately told the other Three Great Bases.
Zombies weren't her enemy alone, so the Zombie King naturally shouldn't be her problem to deal with by herself.
She wasn't the protagonist. Why should she worry herself sick?
Now that the Zombie King had emerged, plenty of people were even more terrified than she was.
All she had to do was share the news with the Three Great Bases. There would be plenty of people willing to hunt down this so-called Zombie King.
Xinggui?
Heh. It didn't sound like a very impressive name.
Not domineering at all!
Zhang Shuhui had probably vomited too much blood. The moment she stopped, she immediately went and cooked herself a huge pot of pork liver soup.
Zhang the Steward, covered in blood and still wearing the same clothes, lay sprawled over the table and wolfed down pork liver. Her eyes behind her lenses shone with satisfaction, making her look inexplicably frightening.
Jiang You had returned, and the people of Tingfeng City had regained their backbone. They had become spirited again.
A gust of wind swept across the battlefield. The members of the Shunfeng Unit carried within it fell onto the battlefield like supply crates dropped from the sky. They landed here and there, far from orderly, but each of them held a sickle, like death itself descending.
The moment they hit the ground, the sickles in their hands began harvesting lives.
"Hahahahaha, Captain Adou, the City Master really is the best! One gust of wind sent us straight behind the enemy lines. What a spectacular entrance! The wind users in our unit are all complete trash, hmph hmph!"
"Shut up and get to work!"
Adou wielded the Red Tassel Spear like a swimming dragon. With