Flowerpot

Lin Dong dealt with the humans.

Only Jiang Xue remained in the entire "burial mound."

She stared blankly at everything before her. There was no fear or panic in her expression, only numbness and a faint trace of relief.

Having fallen from a dazzling star to a prisoner, subjected to torment by others—the enormous gap had been difficult for her to accept.

She had already lost the courage to keep living.

Lin Dong understood the look in her eyes. She was clearly begging for death, so he swung his blade backhandedly and ended her life.

"Another suffering soul redeemed..."

Lin Dong muttered to himself.

I, the reborn Zombie King, savior of the apocalypse.

After finishing everything, he put away the corpses and blood, then used his Corpse Domain ability to pass directly through the wall and leave the burial mound.

It was noon outside. Sunlight streamed through gaps in the leaves like countless hanging threads, creating a Tyndall effect.

Strange birdcalls occasionally echoed through the woods, making everything seem especially tranquil.

Lin Dong looked back.

There were probably survivors in the villa district atop the mountain, but Lin Dong had no intention of going there for now. There was no need to wipe them all out; it meant little to him.

His figure suddenly vanished as he used his concealment ability and returned to his territory the way he had come.

About twenty minutes later, Lin Dong emerged from the forest.

Little Eight and Tank, along with a group of elite underlings, waited respectfully at the perimeter. Not long ago, they had noticed that the dense Boston ivy had withered.

"Boss is back. Looks like he took care of that little grass," Little Eight said.

"Of course. Boss has never failed when he makes a move."

Tank said admiringly.

"Dinner