The sky was a gloomy gray, looking ready for endless rain with no sign of clearing up.
"Pssht, pssht, pssht, pssht, pssht."
Gelman, Ging, Biscuit, Shizuku, and Menchi all rolled up their sleeves in unison and injected themselves with a full dose of the bright green Shubika's Vanilla Potion.
The twelve-hour window Shubika had warned them about was almost up. They had to inject another dose to keep it working and avoid catching the troublesome Undead Disease.
Once the battle began, they might not have much time to worry about the Undead Disease and give themselves injections.
They might as well do it sooner rather than later. After all, the potion kept protecting them from the Undead Disease.
Then they climbed down from the high stone bridge and gradually approached the ring-shaped formation of Walking Dead.
In the distance, the Disease Spreader was still devouring the Evil Spirit Remnants filling the sky.
The spirits' unceasing howls sounded as if they were being tortured.
Gelman split off from the main group. While they were still within sight of one another, he gestured to Ging, Biscuit, and the others to show them which direction he would take.
They had agreed on this strategy from the start, just as they had when challenging the Painful Bloodthirsty Apostle: some would make a huge commotion head-on to draw the enemy's attention, while others would sneak in from the side.
Naturally, Ging, Biscuit, Shizuku, and Menchi were the ones making a frontal diversion.
Gelman quietly slipped into the shadows of the giant beasts standing motionless like a city wall, moving like an assassin.
Or rather, like a killer. That was his old line of work.
As Gelman continued forward, he happened to spot a somewhat familiar figure—the humanoid creature that a mammoth had trampled flat the