"Finally, we can let loose and have a big fight."
As soon as the horde of zombies appeared, a look of joy came over King Qingshan's face. He rubbed his fists and prepared to attack the zombie horde.
"I've been holding back for so long, we should not let anyone escape."
With a wave of her treasure sword, the Red Thread Woman spoke.
The Grand Chan Master took out his Zen staff, while the martial artist tightened his grip on his fists.
The zombies continued to increase in number. Soon, everyone's faces changed.
In the middle of the zombie horde, there were actually two third-grade evil zombies and one second-grade evil zombie.
"We should retreat!"
The Grand Chan Master helplessly shook his head.
If there was only one third-grade evil zombie and one second-grade evil zombie, they might be able to handle it if they tried.
Even if there were two third-grade evil zombies, as long as they separated, we would still be able to handle them.
