As the blade struck, the Zombie King's advance finally faltered slightly.
But that was all.
The blade light bounced away, leaving a shallow scratch on the Zombie King's neck. It had not even broken the skin.
Wang Ying was about to strike again when someone suddenly appeared before the Zombie King.
She had a graceful figure and long, jet-black hair, and held a forty-meter blade with ghostly blue Evil Fire dancing along it.
The Second-Generation Zombie, Xiao Ying.
"Zombie King... you're worth taking seriously."
Xiao Ying stood with her blade held across her, a twisted smile appearing on her cold, beautiful face.
She stared at the Zombie King, her eyes full of fighting spirit.
The Evil Fire on the Evil-Slaying Blade in her hand was burning fiercely.
Tongues of flame licked the air with a hissing sound.
The Zombie King stopped.
It eyed the blade warily.
It instinctively sensed that this blade was completely different from Wang Ying's blade earlier.
Wang Ying's blade dealt physical damage and could not harm its layer of wooden skin.
But the blade in Xiao Ying's hand...
The Evil Fire on that blade specifically countered a Zombie King that had grown from a wood-element Mutant Zombie like it.
The Zombie King could not estimate exactly how much it countered it, but...
It knew that blade could hurt it.
Xiao Ying laughed loudly and charged forward with the Evil-Slaying Blade.
"Come on! Fight me!!"
Her laughter echoed through the ruins, carrying an unsettling madness.
In the distance, Mang Dabiao was waving a flag and cheering, "Go! Hack that bastard to death with my blade!!"
But Xiao Ying abruptly stopped.
Because...
She heard a voice.
Only she could hear it. It sounded directly in the depths of her mind, deep and ancient, carrying unquestionable authority.
"Make way."