A thick cloud of dust and smoke rolled across the horizon, churning like a stampede of a thousand warhorses. Through the haze, the twisted silhouettes of the undead emerged—an overwhelming tide of hundreds of thousands of zombies surging forward.
They covered the hills and valleys in every direction, packed so tightly together it looked like a living ocean, stretching endlessly into the distance.
Among them were all kinds of zombies—fast ones, hulking brutes, grotesque hybrids—and even zombie beasts of all shapes and sizes, all assimilated from various factions along the way.
At the very front, charging like a raging bull, was Bulldozer, his massive frame barreling ahead without hesitation.
"You dare attack our boss? The Zombie King Eastern Titan is here to protect him!" he bellowed.
Laura's figure zipped through the chaos, appearing beside him in a flash. "Seriously? You're still shouting slogans at a time like this?"
