Lin Dong led his newly recruited underlings onward.
Along the way, there were still plenty of traces of slaughter and footprints left by those fleeing in panic. It was clear that the Blood Clan had startled many zombies, though no one knew where they had fled.
Now that they had a minor zombie leader as a guide, their objective was clear.
After crossing the snowy wilderness and passing several frozen villages, a city appeared ahead. Quite a few zombies wandered within it, shadows swaying as savage roars rang out from time to time.
"Boss, it looks like they stopped in the city."
One-Ear said quietly.
Lin Dong narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. The city was fairly large, with high-rises standing throughout it, though some had already collapsed.
They were all blanketed in snow and encased in solid ice. Icicles hung from the ruined buildings one after another.
It looked utterly desolate, nothing less than an Icebound City.
The Blood Clan forces had likely crossed mountains and rivers, passed through the Siberian Permafrost, entered Dragon Country, and stopped in this city to recuperate.
Or... they might have been waiting for other Zombie Tides to arrive, intending to gather together before taking the next step.
"I'll go take a look," Lin Dong said.
"Huh?"
One-Ear looked shocked. He was going in already?
"What about us?"
"Wait here."
As soon as Lin Dong finished speaking, his figure vanished, leaving only snowflakes drifting down where he had stood.
One-Ear and the other zombies stared at each other.
"How amazing..."
"..."
There were indeed quite a few zombies inside the frozen city. They all let out frenzied roars, signals of hunger.
The journey had been long, and they had encountered a bitter winter with heavy snow sealing off the mountains, so supplies were extremely