"It was still rather regrettable. If only I'd known you were coming before the Zombie Fighting Tournament."
Han Shan shook his head and spoke with palpable regret.
"Zombie Fighting Tournament? What's that?"
Lin Zhiluo asked.
"It's a Drifting Zombie combat tournament held by the Corpse Ancestor in the Corpse Emperor Capital."
Listening to Han Shan's explanation, Lin Zhiluo understood.
Wasn't it basically something like a beast-fighting tournament?
"That tournament was enormous in scale. Five or six hundred Mythical Grade Drifting Zombies took part."
"During the competition, at least four or five hundred Drifting Zombies were beaten to the brink of death."
"If I'd gone all out buying them at the time, I could have gotten one or two hundred relatively high-grade Drifting Zombies no matter what."
"Oh, right. The ultimate winner of that competition was a Drifting Zombie King whose strength had reached Mythical Grade Tier 7!"
"Unfortunately, it was served on the Corpse Ancestor's dining table the very next day after winning the championship."
Han Shan's tone was still filled with regret.
Yet even Lin Zhiluo could not help clicking his tongue as he listened.
He could more or less accept the fact that they had expended five or six hundred Mythical Grade Drifting Zombies by holding a Zombie Fighting Tournament.
After all, he had just killed several hundred Drifting Zombies of that level himself.
At most, their grades had been far higher than those of the Drifting Zombies he had killed.
But the strongest Drifting Zombie King had reached Mythical Grade Tier 7—that was just excessive.
At that realm, it would definitely rank among the top ten in the Light Universe, perhaps even the top five.
Yet it had been turned into a dish and eaten the next day?
The more he learned about the Zombie Immortal Kingdom,