Slaying the Leader

The monster had lost a tentacle. Though it was not fatal, its strength had been diminished. It had never been Lin Dong's match to begin with, and now it was even more hard-pressed.

Swish—

Lin Dong swung his long blade again, severing another of its tentacles.

"This time, let me do it!"

Sun Xiaoqiang charged forward a few steps, leaped up, and clamped tightly onto the tentacle, pinning it beneath him.

He might have been slow-witted, but he was incredibly strong. Though he was no match for the leader, holding down one tentacle was no problem.

Seeing this, the others also rushed forward to help.

"I'm in too!"

"Everyone, get it! Chop it to death!"

"But that's just one tentacle..."

"Then chop it to death anyway!"

"..."

The monster leader ground its teeth in hatred. Under normal circumstances, it could have easily killed these humans without even sparing them a glance.

But today, they had become the Zombie King's accomplices and were ganging up on it.

"Damn lowly creatures!"

However, it soon had no time to worry about that. Lin Dong's attacks came one after another, leaving it unable to cope.

The long blade kept swinging, tearing through its flesh.

The monster's strength steadily weakened, its energy rapidly drained away, and its body felt heavier and heavier. It could no longer endure even the pressure of the Corpse Domain.

Its movements became stiff, and its injuries worsened by the moment, creating a vicious cycle.

Lin Dong's long blade whistled through the air, leaving behind streaks of afterimages. In the end, he lightly thrust it forward, precisely piercing the monster's chest.

In an instant, the monster froze.

It slowly lowered its head, its eyes blank as it stared at the wound in its chest. It could already sense that its life