The Zombie Kings of India all wanted a share of the spoils, so they rushed to enter Dragon Country's territory.
They raced across the pristine snowfield, their numbers quickly reaching one hundred and fifty to one hundred and sixty thousand. The Zombie Kings among them came in all shapes and forms, accompanied by quite a few Zombie Beasts.
Such a massive Zombie Tide was truly rare, and the scene was immensely shocking.
Yet perhaps the Zombie Kings were too eager for credit. None of them noticed that crows occasionally swept through the sky above the graveyard.
Those crows' red eyes gleamed as they looked down upon the Zombie Tide from high above, observing their movements.
It was as though an invisible net was being woven.
However, the fastest one was still the Big-Thigh Zombie King. He pursued and slaughtered all the way, taking out quite a few old, weak, sick, and crippled zombies along the route.
But the scattered killings somewhat affected their charging speed.
Before long, earthshaking roars came from behind them. Even the white snow trembled, as if an army of thousands was galloping forward.
When they turned around, they discovered that the Turban Zombie King had already led the Zombie Tide in catching up.
"They got here so quickly?"
Big Thick Leg was puzzled.
The Turban Zombie King's vicious eyes flickered as he stared at him.
"You did well. You can be considered to have earned the merit of being first to breach the lines. Leave the rest to us."
"Oh?"
Big Thick Leg was not pleased by the praise. Instead, he furrowed his brows tightly.
The Turban Zombie King's meaning was obvious. Once Red Eyes was dealt with, they could step aside, and all the gains would belong to him.
Big Thick Leg naturally refused to