The Foolish Dragon

Chen Yang fell silent for a moment, his eyes flickering. "At this point, there are not many solutions. First, establish a method of rapid transfer across the Human Clan's borders. Second, find a way to counter the Zombie Clan."

"Both are difficult. Establishing a rapid transfer method involves the Dao of space. Yet in the Primordial World, spatial transfer is extremely difficult unless one's cultivation reaches the Primordial Unity Realm. As for finding a method to counter the zombies, that does not seem easy either. After all, the Zombie Clan has very few weaknesses," Duobao said.

Holy Mother Wudang agreed. "Indeed... neither method will be easy to accomplish. Why not ask our masters..."

Chen Yang shook his head, his expression somewhat grave. "At this time, the Saints are joining forces to assist Patriarch Hongjun in sealing Luohou. They have no time to concern themselves with matters within the Primordial World."

Duobao's expression turned solemn. "Could it really be such a coincidence? Could the Devil Race be behind this?"

"I do not know either. The Devil Race is far too mysterious," Chen Yang said quietly.

"Then what should we do now?" Golden-Spirit Holy Mother asked.

Chen Yang's expression was grave. "There is no other way. We can only fight head-on. I will issue orders to summon the Jie Sect immortals, Kunlun City, and invite the various races of the Primordial World to deal with the zombies."

Chen Yang spoke domineeringly, his eyes flashing with fierce brilliance. He had a way to make the powerful races of the Primordial World aid the Human Clan and wipe out the Zombie Clan together. However, the process would likely cost him considerable benefits. Unless driven to the brink, Chen Yang did not wish to do this.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yang's orders