The surging zombie tide continued charging forward. After the battle, blood stained their faces, making them look utterly ferocious.
Beneath the pitch-black night sky, they looked like an onslaught of vengeful ghosts.
The desolate, lonely land was soon blanketed by the zombie tide. The battle just now had only been a warm-up.
They intended to keep conquering territory.
Lin Dong followed unhurriedly behind, waiting for suitable prey before making his move.
"The Eastern Province Hunting Grounds really are great. This feels almost like picking up crystal cores off the ground."
"Uh..."
Beside him, Hammerhead froze. Was he sure they wouldn't get beaten up if they kept this up...?
Since the Corpse Nests were far apart, reaching the next battlefield would take quite some time. During their charge, the zombie horde occasionally encountered scattered monsters.
Those monsters were quickly swallowed by the zombie tide. Once the horde passed, not even a scrap of bone remained.
Eastern Province was hilly, with frequent steep slopes that slowed the zombies' charge.
Barton and the other Zombie Kings were itching for action. They had yet to obtain any high-level crystal cores, so they eagerly anticipated the next battle.
Several hours passed in the blink of an eye. It was now deep into the night, and everything was so dark that they couldn't see their hands in front of their faces.
Gusts of cold night wind swept past, carrying a chorus of rising and falling roars.
Both zombies and otherworldly monsters were creatures of darkness. At this hour, they grew even more excited. This was when the true slaughter began.
One kind of otherworldly monster, in particular, loved hunting at night.
A steep slope appeared ahead of the horde, rising at an angle of almost forty-five degrees.
The slope was also long, like a towering mountain.