The Indian Zombie Horde kept charging forward, wave after wave falling. The entire battlefield was like a bottomless abyss that could never be filled.
The Zombie Kings of Dragon Country endured the unending baptism of the zombie tide.
Little Eight was completely stained red with tainted blood. She had slaughtered herself into a frenzy, her sharp alloy bone blades having carved through an unknown number of corpses.
Flowerpot's vines continued growing wildly. Although they had devoured plenty of flesh and blood, the replenished energy still could not match the expenditure, leaving her locked in a brutal battle.
In a battle of such enormous scale, the various Zombie Kings all took the stage and displayed their powers.
Bodies piled upon bodies across the ground, yet zombies still trampled over the bones and continued their slaughter.
Even the Ace Elites had emptied their Crystal Core Firearms. They leaped down from the giant beasts and began fighting at close range.
With their formidable physiques, they remained unstoppable.
Liu Baiyue watched the battlefield and realized that their initial slight advantage had gradually turned into a disadvantage. The scales of victory had already begun to tilt.
This doesn't feel good...
She muttered inwardly. The scene before her felt strangely familiar. It seemed that every battle against the Dragon Country Zombie Horde ended this way.
History was always shockingly similar...
Still, they could barely maintain the current situation. As long as no other abnormalities arose, they still had a chance of winning.
Come on! At least let me win once, will you?
Not far away, Lauen and Lin Dong's battle remained terrifying. The Earth was already covered in devastation, and pure white mist even spewed from some of the cracks.
The surrounding terrain had been altered as well, left in a complete mess.
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