"Just the reaction I expected. Everyone, close in on me."
The Godslayer in Su Ming's hand transformed into a long horse-chopping saber. Strangle's tendrils all turned white and began quietly unleashing their full firepower.
Killing one zombie had triggered the Corpse Tide. Just as he had guessed, the switch for these damn things was blood, even blood that had already frozen into black crystals inside their own kind.
That was their trigger. Perhaps when this zombie legion had first been deployed into some world, it had appeared harmless. But if even one of them suffered the slightest injury, it would set off a domino-like chain reaction.
The moment they smelled blood, they got excited. First, they went to share the Headless Zombie's corpse. Then, they turned their attention toward Su Ming and the others.
Perhaps they heard blood flowing through veins, or perhaps they sensed the group's body heat. In any case, they had instantly gone from neutral creatures that minded their own business to professional enemy hitmen—of the sort that did not leave a whole corpse behind.
They were dealing with a thief inside the homeowner's house now. Su Ming did not want to make a huge fuss and escalate the problem, drawing unnecessary attention. Otherwise, he could have simply used the Light of Creation to melt all the snow. Why go through so much trouble?
Strangle's tendrils formed a tight defensive net, giving them time to figure out which direction they should dig beneath the snow.
"Sugar Bean, what do you think? Which direction feels different?" Su Ming fired his silenced God Metal Gauss into the Corpse Tide for fun as he asked Harley for her opinion.
The little lunatic watched Strangle eat zombies and found it rather entertaining. She casually pointed in one direction.
"Over there! If