Everyone was horrified. They hurriedly turned to look as the terrifying Zombie King approached, step by step.
Little Eight's mouth stretched all the way to her ears, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
"She... she's coming!" A chill ran down the girl's spine.
"Why does this Zombie King have a ranged weapon?"
A young man beside her looked incredulous.
"How should I know?!"
The middle-aged man looked just as bewildered. He secretly wondered whether she had come from a laboratory.
At the same time, he was filled with regret.
Perhaps he should have listened to his teammates and left her alone...
The others behind him were speechless too. Having a captain like this was truly rotten luck.
These humans had lived in comfort for too long, dulling their sense of danger.
"Then we have no choice. We'll have to fight her!" The middle-aged man's gaze hardened.
"All right!"
His three teammates agreed. Against a speed-type Zombie King, running would only leave their backs exposed. Death would be the only outcome.
"Frost!"
The middle-aged man roared. The temperature around them plummeted, as though the scorching summer had suddenly turned into a bitter winter.
At the same time, a freezing aura spread outward, coating the ground in ice wherever it passed.
"I'll hold her in place. Look for a chance to attack."
"Understood!"
The others nodded repeatedly at their captain's orders.
Although a speed-type Zombie King was powerful, she had one fatal weakness: once immobilized, she would lose her advantage entirely.
This plan... actually seemed like it might work.
But just as the freezing frost reached Little Eight's feet...
Her figure shifted eerily sideways, then vanished in an instant.
"Huh???"
Everyone froze. They had expected her to be fast, but not this fast...
"Where did she go?"
The middle-aged man's brows knitted