This was the Lich Fang Cheng had been searching for, freshly awakened from its slumber.
The Lich was extremely short, wearing a hat made from two bull horns and a ragged, cloth-like robe whose hem dragged along the ground. At first glance, it looked like a dwarf.
Its face was nothing but a skull, with only a thin layer of skin stretched over it. Its teeth and gums were exposed.
Its bony hand clutched a Bone Staff, from which more than a dozen infant skulls dangled.
As it turned out, Fang Cheng had been mistaken. The Lich wasn't what had revived those zombies; it was the Undead Kingdom's own mechanisms.
Once the competition began, the undead scattered throughout the kingdom would rise again.
The Lich was the strongest individual in this area and could command every zombie to do its bidding.
Under the kingdom's original rules, the Lich was a cunning, scheming villain with brains and a knack for strategy. It wouldn't show itself rashly, instead using the nearly million zombies in the area to create a massive challenge for the competitors.
It wouldn't reveal itself until every zombie had been killed.
But the Evil God's power had turned the Lich into a lunatic. No one knew if its strength had increased, but its combat ability and intelligence had definitely dropped by a hundred points.
Intelligence? What was that? Strategy? Could you eat it?
I don't need anything. I just need to charge in and go all out.
After receiving word from the revived zombies that the attack on the town had been repelled, the crazed Lich immediately cast Mass Berserk.
The zombies that had been slowly advancing on the town all went berserk at once, their speed jumping from a snail's pace to that of a cheetah.
The zombies,