The night of howling wind and snow gradually passed. Earth lay wrapped in silver, covered by another fresh layer of snow.
The bright morning sun shone down, reflecting countless specks of light.
India's Zombie Tide was now gathering, converging from all directions. The entire country was filled with a grim, murderous air.
Upon the snow-covered Earth, dense figures stretched across the mountains and plains. Ferocious energy rose into the air, while the low growls of the Zombie Tide rose and fell without end.
Leading them was a female Zombie King. She was tall and slender, with sharp bone claws. Strands of messy hair hung loose around her terrifying grayish-white face.
Yet the most eye-catching feature was the splits at both corners of her mouth, exposing two rows of sharp teeth and dark red gums.
"Those Dragon Country zombies made us travel this far. When the final battle comes, we'll make them pay!" Split-Mouth Zombie King said viciously.
A lackey behind her kept snarling, constantly sending out signals of hunger.
"Boss! I'm hungry..."
"Hang in there! We're almost there!"
Split-Mouth Zombie King was just as resentful.
They had traveled a long way, only to be caught by heavy snow sealing off the mountains. Food resources were extremely scarce. It was just like when Tank and Flared Ears had joined the Northern Expedition—they had suffered plenty of hunger along the way.
The Zombie Tide behind her continued to growl, expressing its agitation and unease.
Just then, a group of zombies hurried over from the distance.
The minor leader at their head had excited ferocious eyes that glittered as though he could hardly wait.
"Boss, I... I just ran into humans!"
"Oh?"
Split-Mouth Zombie King looked surprised and suspicious.
With snow stretching endlessly in every direction, this had been an uninhabited region even