Delusion spread his powerful mental force, restraining Little Eight. Numerous Elite Zombies around her pounced onto her, clawing and biting relentlessly, leaving streak after streak of bloody wounds.
Yet Death Whisper continued.
Little Eight felt her consciousness growing hazy, her head buzzing. As she endured the attacks of the surrounding zombies, waves of pain coursed through her body, as though she were about to be torn apart and devoured by this zombie horde.
With her current strength, she truly could not defeat the four great generals and the terrifying zombie tide.
"Die!"
A fierce gleam flashed through Delusion's eyes. He intended to seize the first victory by killing an S-rank Zombie King, and things were proceeding smoothly. Little Eight was about to be swallowed by the sea of zombies.
But suddenly, a burst of frenzied guitar music exploded across the sky. The sound was piercing and fervent, like an overture to slaughter.
At the same time, thick black mist rose into the sky in the distance. Like a heavy dark cloud blanketing the Earth, it drifted over from afar.
Within that black mist, shadowy figures could faintly be seen. They were all zombies, their faces twisted and their eyes glinting with ferocity. Enveloped in the black mist, they resembled evil ghosts lurking in smoke, terrifying beyond measure!
"What... is that?"
Corpse Whisperer Delusion's vicious eyes widened, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
Yet once the explosive guitar music began, it instantly drowned out his corpse-language hypnosis. Little Eight was no longer disturbed and regained her ability to move.
Like a tiger unleashed from its cage, she displayed her extreme speed once more. As her claws danced, countless afterimages appeared.
The zombies that had been pouncing on her were instantly shredded, sliced into several pieces, and sent flying