Meanwhile, Liu Baiyue, not far away, had also entered the battlefield. She braced one hand against the ground to steady herself.
She raised her crimson eyes and fixed her gaze on a giant rhinoceros beast. Then she kicked off with both legs and charged toward it, her claws flashing as she slashed a long gash across its flank.
Black blood gushed out, and its organs spilled across the ground. The rhinoceros beast let out a pained roar as its massive body crashed down.
With Liu Baiyue's S-rank strength, killing these Zombie Beasts was no problem.
Seeing their leader take action, the Indian Zombie Horde's morale immediately soared. They threw back their heads and roared, their cries like crashing mountains and tsunamis, shaking heaven and earth.
More zombies promptly swarmed in. The endless Zombie Tide surged on, still with no end in sight, as if it could never be completely killed off.
"This really is working..."
Jesse turned and surveyed the scene. In terms of numbers, his side still held the advantage.
Among the Dragon Country Zombie Horde, only a few Zombie Kings were truly formidable. As long as they could be held back, there was still a chance of victory.
"Thirteenth Sister's plan really isn't bad..."
"..."
However, atop a distant hill stood the figure of a Zombie King. He was tall and sturdy as an iron tower, his blood-red eyes gleaming with an eerie crimson light. It was Iron Bull, overlord of the Northern Border!
Behind him stood several fierce generals, including Steel Rod, followed by a dense Zombie Tide numbering a full hundred thousand.
"Tragic! Too tragic..."
Iron Bull watched the battlefield. This rare, earth-shattering war had already reached an incomparably brutal stage.
Under the dim sky, millions of zombies fought and slaughtered one another. Corpses had piled