The battlefield ahead was a scene of chaos. Zombies howled and roared without end as the fighting grew exceptionally brutal.
Having made up his mind, Candle Soul leaped forward.
He planned to pretend he knew nothing, follow behind Iron Demon Horn, and wait until Soul Demon launched a sneak attack before joining forces to kill him—playing the fool to catch the tiger.
I really am a genius...
Candle Soul was extremely pleased with himself. This was the true worth of a Mental Type Zombie King: not only was he powerful, but he could also control the entire battlefield.
Up ahead, Iron Demon Horn remained as valiant as ever. The Undead Race's pressure rolled forth, and with a single stomp, he could shatter swathes of zombies into pieces.
Yet the Northern Province Zombie Tide feared no death and continued charging straight at him.
Big Leech, white all over, released parasites while fleeing ahead, acting exceedingly slippery.
"Don't even think about running!"
Iron Demon Horn flew into a rage, gritting his teeth as he eagerly sought to tear him apart. He continued pursuing him, rushing far ahead.
Candle Soul followed behind, his expression vigilant.
"Where exactly is Soul Demon lying in ambush? He should be appearing soon, shouldn't he?"
His gaze swept around as his mental power searched the area, but he still failed to detect Soul Demon's aura.
Iron Demon Horn had gone mad up ahead, his eyes bloodshot from killing. Although he was charging against the Zombie Tide, he was still incredibly fast, steadily closing the distance to Big Leech.
Since things had already reached this point, Candle Soul could only continue following.
If Soul Demon doesn't show up, taking down that insect Zombie King would be great too...
He plotted inwardly, feeling that this plan was flawless.
After all,