The Saber King frowned the moment he saw the Wandering Corpse.
He had been to Otherworld No. Zero a few times as well.
This scene is strikingly similar to that in the Otherworld No. Zero.
"Noisy."
The Saber King remained indifferent, cleaving the Wandering Corpse in two with a single strike.
However, this was just the beginning.
After the first Wandering Corpse fell, more and more Wandering Corpse rushed out of the painting.
There are both warriors and mythical beasts.
The Saber King's gaze locked onto the painting, the very source of all the trouble.
However, in just a few seconds, nearly a hundred Wandering Corpse had been thrown out of the painting.
The Saber King unleashed a sweeping blade of energy dozens of meters long, slicing all the Wandering Corpse in half at the waist.
The Preacher, seeing this, remained unperturbed.
What I said to you yesterday still stands today.
"As long as you submit to my lord, he will allow you to break through the limits of martial arts."
The Saber King scoffed disdainfully, "A bunch of lowly Clown."
Upon hearing this, the Preacher's smile gradually disappeared.
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit."
"In that case, you shall be buried with this city."
Click click click--
The Wandering Corpse, which had just been cleaved into countless pieces by the Saber King, reassembled themselves and stood up once more.
Furthermore, with the continuous installation of floor paintings, the number of Wandering Corpse is increasing.
The already dilapidated factory was now completely burst open, and the Wandering Corpse surged in all directions.
The Saber King tried his best to keep the Wandering Corpse in the factory, but there were just too many, and some always managed to escape.
Meanwhile, the gray fog continued to spread.
It had now completely covered the factory area and was spreading towards the center of Snow City.
It's important to know that the entrance to the Abyss is located within Snow City.
If the smog were to engulf the entire city, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Qin Ze kept retreating.
Although the gray fog did not spread very quickly, it was enough to cover the entire city in three or four hours.
The Wandering Corpse that burst out of the factory are spreading along with the gray fog.
They were like wild beasts unleashed from their cages, destroying everything in their path.
For a fleeting moment, Qin Ze felt as if he had returned to the Otherworld No. Zero.
"This is such a hassle."
Qin Ze took the Miss Sword Case from behind him and couldn't help but sigh.
Miss Sword Case had already foreseen her impending fate and sighed as well.
boom--
Divine Markings appeared in Qin Ze's eyes, transforming into a golden meteor that crashed straight into the Sidelines the gray mist.
The powerful impact, carrying a violent electric current, swept towards the Wandering Corpse in the gray mist, instantly cleaning the pot and bowl.
But just a few seconds later, the Wandering Corpse stood up again.
However, in those few seconds, Qin Ze noticed something.
The gray fog did not spread on its own, but rather spread as the Wandering Corpse advanced.
Just now, Qin Ze smashed through the charging horde of corpses, and the extension of the gray mist in this direction suddenly stopped.
"So this is the true purpose of the Wandering Corpse?"
He had this question in his mind when he was in the Otherworld No. Zero.
The combat power of Wandering Corpse of the same level is at least 30% lower than that of a strange beast, and even weaker than that of a sea beast.
Its body is as fragile as a piece of paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.
This scene directly proves that the Wandering Corpse are not meant for combat.
It's more like a medium used to transmit the gray fog.
Wherever the gray fog resides, it is Divine Domain.
The Wandering Corpse transmit the gray mist, and the gray mist, in turn, grants the Wandering Corpse immortality; the two complement each other.
Once the gray fog engulfs the entire world, all living beings will be infected and turned into fanatics, and the world will be completely transformed into a breeding ground for evil gods.
However, releasing the gray fog is certainly not that easy, otherwise Preacher wouldn't go through the trouble of preaching to each and every one of them.
Qin Ze gazed at the factory shrouded in gray fog and murmured, "So what is the price?"
Even now, he still doesn't fully understand the purpose of the Preacher's sudden "madness".
With less than a thousand fanatical followers, how can they be so arrogant? Do they want to die sooner?
Through the perspective of the clone inside the eggshell, Qin Ze saw that the Saber King had already started fighting with the Preacher.
The situation remains one-sided, with the Saber King still in control.
He took a deep breath, faced the approaching Wandering Corpse, and said in a deep voice, "Now, do everything you can to stop the gray mist from spreading until Lao Dao cuts the Preacher down."
After saying that, Qin Ze, holding the Miss Sword Case, launched into a barrage of questions.
The already fragile Wandering Corpse would shatter instantly if they even slightly touched Miss Sword Case.
Qin Ze cleared a space in front of him with just a few swings of his hand.
The factory area is located on the outskirts of Snow City, and the gray fog is radiating towards the center of Snow City.
Qin Ze was alone, and he couldn't take care of too many things.
Although the fog was contained at his location, it had already advanced significantly in other areas.
Qin Ze was considering whether or not to send his clones into battle.
The clone's work efficiency is astonishing, but its appearance at this moment is tantamount to announcing the return of the Circus to the world.
Although it's impossible to directly prove that he, the Troupe Leader, is still alive, it's still somewhat troublesome.
"Holy crap! What's going on?"
The sound of Slacking on the Sidelines suddenly came from behind.
Qin Ze's lips curled up slightly; it really was as if he had spoken of the devil himself.
Now there's no need to split up and do it ourselves; there's readily available manpower.
Qin Ze turned around and saw that the Hunter had already arrived at the scene.
Not far away, a group of people in gray coats were rushing towards them.
You've come at the perfect time.
Qin Ze, holding the Miss Sword Case, casually struck, shattering the newly reformed Wandering Corpse once again.
Seeing this, Slacking on the Sidelines' eyes widened in astonishment.
"Good grief, so you really don't know how to use a sword!"
The Hunter were quite surprised to learn that the Sword Case had such a purpose besides storing swords.
The inspector arrived quickly, and Qin Ze immediately explained the situation to everyone.
"Wherever these Wandering Corpse go, the gray mist will spread."
" The Saber King is carrying out a decapitation strike; we need to clear out the Wandering Corpse and stop the gray mist from spreading."
"Be careful not to go into the gray fog, or you will get infected. Just stay at the Sidelines to defend yourself."
After hearing this, everyone immediately divided into groups and lined up in front of the gray fog.
The Hunter each led a team of gray-coated men, forming an impenetrable defensive line.
The fanatics hidden within the Inspection Team were now exposed one by one.
The moment they encountered the gray fog, they went completely berserk.
With time of the essence, Qin Ze didn't have time to purify them on-site, so he could only have them all taken into custody.
Fortunately, the riot ended quickly, and the gray fog was firmly held back by the defensive line formed by the crowd.
Lu Tongtong volunteered to stay in the area where Qin Ze was located.
This girl definitely didn't do her internship in the Abyss.
Wielding a Martial Artifact, she slaughtered the Wandering Corpse as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
Seeing Lu Tongtong's great progress, Qin Ze suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if watching his daughter grow up.
Lu Tongtong noticed Qin Ze's gaze and turned her head in confusion. Qin Ze smiled slightly in response.
With the addition of Hunter and Inspection Team, the gray fog has been contained.
Although it is still spreading, the speed is now negligible.
Qin Ze looked towards the Saber King, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Preacher in the gray mist, and prepared to rush to his aid.