On the steep snow-covered mountain, dense hordes of zombies climbed upward.
Their expressions were feverish, like hungry wolves that had spotted food.
"We're finally going to have a feast! None of you better fight me for it later!" a zombie roared as they scrambled upward.
The Split-Mouth Zombie King leading the way suddenly thought to ask.
"By the way, how strong are those humans?"
"Rest assured, they're nothing special. They're weak as hell. The moment they see us, they run. They barely have any fighting ability."
The minor leader was utterly certain.
"Good!"
Hearing that, the Split-Mouth Zombie King relaxed. She too looked forward to the slaughter, climbing even faster.
Before long, they drew ever closer to the summit.
The Split-Mouth Zombie King kicked off hard with both legs and launched herself upward like a cannonball, landing directly on the cliff's edge.
"Finally made it up..."
Behind her, a group of elite underlings climbed up after her. Their eyes glinted fiercely, like enraged beasts starved for blood.
Looking around, they found quite a few human tents on the mountaintop. Snow covered their roofs, making them look like plump white mushrooms.
Yet there were no humans around those tents. Instead, zombies stood in rows, staring straight at them as though they had been waiting for a long time.
At the very front stood several powerful Zombie Kings.
There was Little Eight with her mechanical arm, Little Black with his pitch-black body, as well as Flowerpot, Mushroom, Little Flower, and the others.
There was also the Zombie King Qin Yin, holding a guitar in her arms as though she was brewing her emotions, ready to play the prelude to a massacre.
"Huh?"
The Split-Mouth Zombie King and the others stared blankly at the scene before them. The bloodthirsty expressions on their faces