For some time to come, zombies from India would continue pouring into Dragon Country, constantly carrying out raids.
Although the Insect-Driving Zombie King had died in battle, other Zombie Kings still held the fort on the other side. According to Iron Bull, they were an alliance, with quite a few Zombie Kings joined together.
At that moment, several Zombie Kings had indeed gathered in a border city within India.
Each of them exuded a vicious aura. There were also many fusion monsters among them, grotesque and utterly terrifying.
The leading Zombie King was tall and broad, with a turban wrapped around his head. It had been stained by filthy blood, making its original color impossible to discern.
His expression was cold, his face filled with killing intent.
"The bug is dead."
"Hmph! That's because he was too weak. He was fine for harassment, but he had no real combat power."
A Zombie King beside him spoke, clearly unconcerned about it.
Another Zombie King chimed in as well.
"Exactly. Dragon Country has an old saying: if you walk by the river often enough, your shoes are bound to get wet. He wandered around Dragon Country every day, so it was normal for him to die."
"Mm."
The Turban Zombie King nodded. "But according to the underlings who escaped back, the bug died because of a Mutant Crow. No one knows where Red Eyes found it."
"Oh? Looks like the bug was countered. Then he didn't die unjustly."
"A crow is just a crow. It doesn't counter us anyway, so it's completely useless."
"Let's keep taking turns harassing them. We'll soon be able to drag Red Eyes down."
The several Zombie Kings around them all voiced their opinions, brimming with confidence.
The leading Turban Zombie King said, "Then everyone, keep it