After the mental ability zombie died, the rest became much easier.
Not easy. Easier.
Tang Li Yue would never insult herself by calling anything involving zombies easy.
The minute difference there mattered very much.
Without the evolved zombie pulling their strings, the remaining undead lost that eerie coordination that had made the entire battlefield feel like a chessboard controlled by a rotten hand.
Technically, it really was by a rotten hand. The controller was a jiangshi, after all.
The lines broke first and then the formations collapsed. Zombies that had been standing like dedicated tomb guards suddenly staggered without purpose, heads turning blindly toward every sound, every movement, every trace of living breath.
They were still disgusting and still quite dangerous.
And of course, still very much in need of skull rearrangement.
But they were back to being stupid and the world felt right again.
Tang Li Yue deeply appreciated stupidity in her enemies.
