No one had expected it.
There was actually a vast desert on Jupiter, covering as much as ten million square kilometers.
What mattered was that it was concentrated at the westernmost edge of the entire continent.
According to Druid Rose Witch,
when she had looked through the crystal ball back then, she had seen more than half the world stained a lifeless yellowish brown.
Clearly, this desert was still spreading outward at an astonishing rate.
And within this boundless sea of sand, aside from the frequently raging sandstorms,
there wandered countless mummy zombies, explorer zombies carrying torches, and even Shinigami zombies wearing black dog hats.
They could run and jump, and were stronger than ordinary people. As long as they bit someone until they bled, they could complete the infection within ten minutes.
More importantly, their numbers were immense. One had to remember that Dave was the only human left on Jupiter.
Although their battles with the magical plants over the years had depleted many zombies,
the remaining zombie population still numbered over a hundred million, and they had mastered cloning technology!
Fifty meters beneath the desert,
there existed an unimaginably vast and unbelievably complex underground city system.
Buildings made primarily of rock stood at varying heights, arranged in an orderly yet scattered fashion.
And it was not as dark as one might imagine. On the contrary, it was brilliantly lit.
Colorful neon lights were everywhere, screens played television programs, and rhythmic music could even be heard echoing through the air.
There were no streams of vehicles in the streets and alleys.
Instead, they were occupied by groups of zombies breakdancing, tap dancing, or clutching electric guitars as they performed heavy metal music.
Large numbers of punk-dressed zombies surrounded them, swaying their bodies to the music. Every one of them