The city lord let out a blood-curdling scream, a sound that echoed across the battlefield. It was a scream of pure terror and despair, a sound that chilled the hearts of all who heard it. The city lord knew that he was going to die, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"No!" one of the cultivators screamed. "This can't be happening!" But it was happening.
The city lord was dead, and there was nothing anyone could do to bring him back. The zombie warrior continued its killing spree, its hunger for flesh and blood seemingly insatiable.
The cultivators and guards fought on, hoping to buy time for the citizens of the city to escape. But it was a hopeless battle. The zombie warrior was too powerful, and its attacks too deadly.
