"Heh! Are you kidding me?"
Six Arms sneered. With four mighty members of the Undead Race backing him, he had never felt so confident.
"Little Leopard, looks to me like you've found a way to get yourself killed."
"Huh???"
Flying Leopard narrowed his vicious eyes in surprise. He hadn't expected Six Arms to act so arrogantly while surrounded.
Even the underlings beside him were furious.
"Boss Leopard! This guy's asking to die!"
"Exactly! He's tired of living."
"We've got to teach him a lesson."
"..."
"Fine, fine, fine!"
Flying Leopard repeated the word three times, his gaze turning savage as a ferocious aura spread from his body.
"Let's see what you're capable of! Brothers, tear them apart!"
At his command, the Zombie Tide behind him roared. As though suddenly activated, they charged forward like bloodthirsty beasts.
But they failed to notice the greenery writhing beneath their feet, countless vines concealed among the weeds.
"Grass Domain!"
Flowerpot made the first move, putting on an opening act to warm things up.
In an instant, greenery surged across the ground. Countless vines burst from the soil, rolling forward like a towering wave.
The surging green collided with the Zombie Tide, impaling zombies or snaring their necks and hoisting them high, then twisting their necks clean apart.
The enemy Zombie Tide numbered over a hundred thousand. Flowerpot alone could kill ten thousand!
Flying Leopard looked startled at the sight.
"What the hell is that?"
"Boss, they're mutant plants! Looks like we've run into a Fused Zombie King!"
His underling watched as he spoke.
Flying Leopard frowned. He could sense that the Zombie King's aura was powerful, definitely at least SS-Rank.
No wonder Six Arms was so arrogant. He had found himself some help...
But Flying Leopard thought little of it, assuming Six Arms had