The zombies used all their strength against their own kind.
Teeth and claws simultaneously acted on each other, tearing off chunks of rotten flesh and swallowing, without hesitation, the decaying meat they never cared for.
Sharp fingernails pierced the opponent's temple, forcibly digging out their crystal core.
None of the zombies flinched when faced with fingers about to pierce into their brains.
While desperately harming each other, they also accepted their own fate.
In just five minutes, tens of thousands of zombies fell into the black blood.
The blood pooled into a black stream, flowing towards the lowlands.
The last "living" zombie was the highest-ranking one among them.
It was already a Fourth Rank Zombie.
This zombie's eyes were not vacant, looking at the ground full of rotten flesh with a moment of sorrow.
It had developed some cognition, able to understand "living" and "dying."
Under Wang Ge's rule, the zombies were doing alright.
