"Impressive! Impressive!"
Dazhuang immediately agreed.
Next, a phantom appeared on the battlefield. It was Little Eight, hungry for slaughter. Her figure kept flickering, leaving trails of afterimages across the battlefield.
Wherever she passed, heads flew, filthy blood spattered, and headless bodies fell.
When her speed reached its limit, even single-target attacks became sweeping assaults. She harvested their lives as though she were cutting wheat.
"Hehehehehehe~~"
Sinister laughter kept drifting through the air, accompanied by the scraping of claw blades slicing through skulls, as though a symphony of slaughter were playing.
"This..."
Nether Dragon was even more alarmed.
Even he could barely follow Little Eight's speed. The sight left him dizzy.
This wasn't Ghost Bear's Corpse Nest at all, damn it!!!
Nether Dragon finally became certain of it.
Judging by Little Eight's strength alone, she wasn't necessarily any weaker than Ghost Bear.
"Is this really the edge of the continent? Why does it feel like we've reached the center???" Nether Dragon suddenly felt as though he were imagining things.
"Boss, are we no match for them? Should we retreat? There's still time..."
Hu Lai hurriedly asked.
"Don't panic yet!"
Nether Dragon watched the battlefield and analyzed the situation. "They've only sent out a few zombie kings. We have a zombie tide hundreds of thousands strong. How can we retreat? Maybe they don't have many zombies. Don't let them scare you!"
"Oh... really?"
Hu Lai scratched his head, inwardly wondering why it felt like his boss was the one who wouldn't give up until disaster stared him in the face.
Just then, groups of figures rose into the air from the Corpse Nest and hurtled straight toward the outside.
Yes! They were flying...
They were masses of mechanically modified zombies, riding flame-powered flying devices beneath their feet. Crystal core energy flashed in