A moment later, the chaos in the forest ended. The tall, thin Zombie King led his subordinates and personally slew his former underlings, ending their suffering.
Yet the Zombie King remained ferocious, his eyes filled with towering hatred.
"Boss, let's go get revenge!"
"Forget it."
Iron Bull shook his head. He felt they would gain nothing by going there, only wear each other down. He had long grown accustomed to such minor clashes. It would be better to preserve their strength and wait for the right opportunity to strike.
The underlings clenched their sharp teeth, clearly unable to swallow this insult.
At that moment, Lin Dong spoke.
"How can we just forget it? If we suffer a loss outside, we have to win back our pride."
The zombies turned to look at him. Lin Dong looked unfamiliar, so they merely assumed he was their boss's friend. Still, they strongly agreed with his idea.
After all, they were zombies. Violence and slaughter were ingrained in their bones, and they cared little for anything else.
Iron Bull considered for a moment.
"Fine. I'll take you there for a look. Then you'll know how troublesome those foreign Zombie Kings are."
"You really are useless at everything, kid."
Lin Dong shook his head with a sigh.
"Ah???"
Iron Bull's face immediately filled with question marks.
With a single command from him, the zombies in the forest roared and rapidly assembled. The zombies that had previously wandered aimlessly seemed to be activated, charging wildly in one direction.
Within a few breaths, they formed a sizable Zombie Tide.
As a Zombie King listed in the Wraith Zombie Archive, Iron Bull was naturally no weakling. His underlings were also powerful and numerous, and they had once driven the foreign zombies away.
But each time, they returned