His tone was remarkably similar to Lin Dong's.
Night Fiend froze on the spot, his face ashen. All his efforts had led to this outcome, and for a moment, he simply could not accept it.
"No! What happened to the power to rule the world?"
"Exactly. The one who can rule this world is me!"
The Undead Race said in a deep voice.
"..." Night Fiend was speechless for a moment.
The Undead Race swept its fierce gaze around, then looked at Lin Dong and the Myriad Zombie Horde beside him, seeming somewhat appreciative.
"Still, you've all performed quite well. Why not follow me from now on? In time, you'll surely rise to the pinnacle of zombies."
"Impossible! Even if I die, I will never submit!"
Night Fiend already felt that he had been deceived, so naturally he refused.
"Oh?"
The Undead Race curled its lips into a cruel smile. With a wave of its hand, a powerful force of space spread outward, condensed into substance, and shot straight at Night Fiend.
Night Fiend felt as if the surrounding air had solidified. He wanted to dodge, but found that he could not move an inch, taking the force head-on.
His body suffered a heavy blow, as though he had been struck by a train. He immediately spat out foul blood and staggered backward uncontrollably, only stopping after smashing through a building behind him.
"Boss!"
The nearby Zombie Underlings widened their fierce eyes in terror.
"I've seen plenty of guys like this. If you don't straighten them out, they just won't behave," the Undead Race said arrogantly.
Duo'er, Flying Hound, and the other Zombie Kings nearby were furious. The formation they had defended with their lives had actually led to this result.
They were all badly injured now and had no