Although the Turban Zombie King's ability was well-suited for group battles, it still seemed pale and powerless before an overwhelming numerical advantage.
And soon, a surge of green rose across the battlefield, growing ever more intense as the Zombie King Flowerpot unleashed the power of its domain.
In an instant, countless vines churned like a green tidal wave, spreading rapidly in every direction and blotting out the sky.
The Indian Zombies in their path were pierced through one after another, their flesh and blood drained dry, or hoisted high into the air with their necks snapped outright.
In just a few breaths, the valley that had once been blanketed in snow turned into a vast Oasis.
Amid the lush grass, pink energy quickly spread and covered everything. Little Flowers bloomed one after another, releasing dense pollen that began to hallucinate the nearby zombies.
Clearly, Second Duo'er and Little Flower had made their move.
Her cooperation with Flowerpot was somewhat like a combo skill. Pink flowers paired with green leaves, and they looked exceptionally fitting together.
Green vegetation grew across the cold white snowfield, blooming with delicate, vibrant little flowers. It possessed a bizarre sort of beauty.
Yet beneath that unique scenery lay endless bloody slaughter.
Flowerpot and Little Flower's area-of-effect killing power was simply too strong. The Indian Zombie Horde rapidly dwindled, and before long, more than half had died.
The several Indian Zombie Kings were completely dumbfounded.
Especially Big Thick Leg, who had led the charge at the start.
"How could this happen?"
Everything had clearly gone smoothly at first. Even the Bald Zombie King had returned victorious, yet death was what awaited him.
Amid the swaying Zombie Tide, Big Thick Leg soon spotted a bald figure slowly walking toward him.
His vicious eyes widened as he immediately shouted