"What?"
Hu Lai and the other zombies were stunned, their minds going blank.
The few words Nether Dragon spoke echoed endlessly in their minds.
A real... Undead Race!
"No wonder..."
They instantly understood. The gap between their boss and him had been so enormous because they had encountered the real thing...
"How is that possible? Why would an Undead Race appear in the fringe regions?"
"Doesn't that mean we..."
"..."
They no longer dared to think any further. Their hearts had turned to ashes.
Turning their heads, they saw Lin Dong already walking toward them. His steps were steady and unhurried, like the approach of the Grim Reaper.
That intense Zombie King pressure was like a towering mountain, filling every zombie with dread.
Having discovered the terrifying truth, Nether Dragon could no longer summon any will to resist.
Surrendering was the only way he might save his life.
"Don't kill me! I can submit to you. Please, give me a chance."
Without a second thought, he immediately began begging for mercy, lowering his head to show submission.
Lin Dong could not help feeling disappointed. He had thought he had taken on a major job, but this was just some insignificant nobody.
"What use are you?"
"I... I'll do whatever you ask. I'll listen to everything you say."
Nether Dragon hurriedly said.
Submitting to a genuine Undead Race was hardly humiliating, so he did not feel much shame.
Hu Lai beside him quickly followed up.
"Boss, did you forget? I said I'd treat you to pork!"
"Oh..."
Lin Dong nodded. He was indeed short on fresh flesh and blood, so he ought to establish the farm sooner rather than later.
"Fine. Bring me ten thousand pigs tomorrow."
"What? Ten thousand???"
Nether Dragon's eyes went wide, his expression like he had swallowed