"What should we do?"
A question surfaced in everyone's mind.
After the battle just now, they had lost more than half their numbers and were badly depleted. Now, another powerful Zombie King had appeared.
Tang Jun turned and glanced back. He found that he still had fifty or sixty subordinates left, which was no small number.
"There's no other way. We can only fight him!"
"Fight?"
His subordinates were terrified.
"Do we even have the strength to fight a Zombie King?"
"Brother Jun, according to the Wraith Zombie Archive, our company once sent countless experts after him, but to this day, not a single person has managed to touch his clothes."
"..." Tang Jun was momentarily speechless. The Zombie King before him truly was absurdly powerful.
"Then we can only give it a try. If I die fighting the strongest Zombie King, that will count as my glory!"
"Alright!"
The subordinates behind him answered. Seemingly stirred by his momentum, their fear of death actually faded somewhat.
Tang Jun drew a long blade. The blade scraped against its sheath with a ringing metallic clang, like a final mournful cry.
The man's gaze became resolute.
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Dragging his long blade, Tang Jun charged toward Lin Dong like a moth flying into a flame, ready to bloom with one final burst of brilliance.
Lin Dong remained where he was, quietly watching him with calm eyes.
The sharp blade tore through the air and came slashing down from above.
Tang Jun's long blade unexpectedly struck Lin Dong's neck, cutting into his body and stopping at his chest.
"Huh? I hit him!"
Tang Jun was somewhat surprised. Even he had not expected it.
His subordinates behind him were delighted as well.
"What's going on?"
"Did Brother Jun injure