Battle of the Zombies

However, Little Eight quickly showed them some "love," ending their suffering. As corpse after corpse fell, this was the price of invasion.

Over a hundred humans were devoured by the zombies in just two or three minutes.

With the humans in the middle dealt with,

the Red-Faced Zombie King and his group finally encountered Lin Dong.

"Roar—"

The Red-Faced Zombie King was furious beyond measure. After suffering such heavy losses today, he had finally met Lin Dong. When sworn enemies met, their eyes burned with hatred.

The remaining zombies under his command roared along with him.

For a moment, the horde roared in fury, their cries shaking heaven and earth in an utterly shocking scene.

A great battle was about to erupt!

Of course, Tank, Little Eight, and the elite zombies were all battle-hungry types. Rather than getting angry at the provocation, they became even more excited.

"Go have fun."

At Lin Dong's command, his underlings immediately charged.

The two savage zombie tides sprinted at full speed and collided head-on. But Lin Dong's underlings were far too elite, like professional football players charging into ordinary people.

The instant they met, the opposing zombies were sent flying with a series of cracking impacts.

Tank especially loved this kind of battle. He rampaged through the horde as if no one stood in his way, smashing the zombies into disarray.

Yet atop a high-rise building, the human-faced rat Scarf squeaked strangely. Seeing the enemy who had killed its wife, resentment surged within it like a tidal wave.

It once again unleashed its bizarre ability: psychic control!

A faint black mist began to drift outward, spreading toward Tank, Little Eight, and the other zombies.

But in an alley nearby, Doctor was secretly observing. He stared at the human-faced rat with a sinister gaze. Perhaps because he was more intelligent, Doctor lacked Tank's reckless aggression and was instead more cunning.

Doctor had now awakened an ability: [Psychic Penetration].

He had barely used it in this battle so far. Now, he set his sights on the human-faced rat, waiting until it dispersed its psychic power and prepared to control others.

Doctor focused his mind. "Snap!" He suddenly launched a sneak attack!

His psychic power seemed to transform into a steel awl.

It shot straight toward the human-faced rat.

"Awooo! Awooo!"

After being struck, the human-faced rat felt waves of searing pain in its brain and could not help letting out miserable shrieks. Then it flipped onto its back, foamed at the mouth, and convulsed violently. It was unknown whether it was alive or dead.

"Scarf!"

The Red-Faced Zombie King was enraged. At this point, he realized that his side truly was no match for Lin Dong. Their evolution levels were simply too high.

His capable subordinate Monkey leaped onto Tank's neck.

Opening its vicious maw, it tried to bite into his scalp.

But Tank thrust out a huge hand and shoved it straight into Monkey's mouth, giving it a deep-throat attack. Then he grabbed its upper jaw and hurled it heavily to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"You still want to bite my head???"

Tank was still furious, so he stomped heavily on Monkey twice more.

Lin Dong's underlings crushed the opposing zombie horde with overwhelming force, suffering almost no casualties.

The Red-Faced Zombie King was beside himself with rage.

"You're all going to die!"

He pushed both hands forward as his arms swelled. Blood vessels burst forth like countless tentacles, sweeping across the entire street.

Another group of zombies was immediately pierced through by his blood vessels.

But Lin Dong's underlings feared no death. They opened their mouths and bit down on the blood vessels. Some were even fiercer, completely ignoring their pierced bodies as they continued charging forward with all their strength.

Like savage wolf cubs, even if they died, they would tear a chunk of flesh from their enemy.

"Roar—"

Tank let out an explosive roar. Seeing the other side skewer his underlings like candied hawthorn, he could no longer stand it. He leaped beside the Red-Faced Zombie King and raised his fist to strike.

However, with his strength, he was still no match for the Red-Faced Zombie King.

The Red-Faced Zombie King's chest suddenly split open, and countless blood vessels surged forth. They wrapped around Tank and pierced his body, beginning to suck his flesh and blood.

Tank felt the pain and roared as he struggled violently. But the blood vessels lifted him into the air, leaving his feet off the ground and making it impossible for him to exert any force.

"Every last one of you, die!"

Having absorbed plenty of blood, the Red-Faced Zombie King's skin turned even redder. The veins on his face bulged, making him look incomparably vicious and terrifying.

But just as he was reveling in his arrogance,

a dark cloud suddenly drifted across the sky. It was actually a flock of giant crows, cawing harshly as a murderous glint flashed in their red pupils.

Then the crows dove down like cannonballs. Their sharp beaks tore at the blood vessels. Their mouths were like scissors, easily snipping the vessels apart.

Streams of blood gushed out, and a foul stench assaulted the nose.

"Damn crows!"

Unable to withstand the flock's tearing, the Red-Faced Zombie King's body wracked with pain, and he hurriedly retracted his blood vessels.

Tank, who had been restrained, finally broke free.

He looked up and saw a Red-Eyed Crow. It was the very "little black bird" he had tried to catch before.

Tank had not expected it to come help him.

The little black bird had repaid injury with kindness. Not only had it not held a grudge over his attempt to catch it, it had even come to save his life. Tank was instantly deeply moved.

"Little black bird, you're so good. I promise... I'll never try to catch you again!"

"Big idiot... big idiot..."

The crow flapped its wings and flew away, just like last time.

Tank: "..."

With the help of the crow flock, the Red-Faced Zombie King had lost his trump card. He was filled with resentment, but when he looked up, he found himself surrounded by a dense mass of zombies.

They were all Lin Dong's elite underlings, and their strength was formidable.

"It's over..."

A sense of foreboding immediately rose in the Red-Faced Zombie King's heart.

At that moment, Lin Dong flashed forward and used his Corpse Domain ability to pass through a wall, entering the building where Lü Hao was hiding.

It had originally been a hotel, but it was now a complete mess. Grim bloodstains covered the marble floor tiles everywhere.

When the apocalypse descended, there had been many people in the hotel. This place had been one of the worst-hit areas.

Now, the hotel walls had all been sealed by Lü Hao and the others using their abilities, making them a full ten meters thick.

What a waste of an ability that could be used on a construction site...

Lin Dong mocked inwardly.

Since it was an enclosed space, everything around them was pitch-black, with not a trace of sunlight able to enter. Only several beams of light swayed not far ahead—the tactical flashlights of the armed personnel.

Lü Hao and the others were sitting on the ground, resting.

"We need to take this chance to recover some of our strength. We used up too much just now," Lü Hao said.

"Mm."

Xiao Wen nodded, feeling that hiding in here had been a wise choice.

"Those zombies can't get in anyway, so we have plenty of time. Earlier, when I cut off the human-faced rat's psychic control, I felt like my whole body had been drained dry."

"Xiao Wen, you should stop talking..."

The female Awakened wore a miserable expression, her heart filled with worry.

Because she had just witnessed the Zombie King's ability. It was utterly bizarre. With only a single exchange, he had killed Xu Jian as easily as if he were taking a stroll.

She had once read reports about Wraith Zombies. Once one encountered a Wraith Zombie, even Awakened had a death rate as high as eighty percent!

"Who the hell gathered the intelligence and classified this place as a one-star zombie nest?" The woman was on the verge of breaking down.