Thirty years of suppressed rage suddenly found an outlet, the flash of blades converging into a storm, pressing upon the Zombie's Wail, Slash!
Blade after blade, slicing through zombies, extracting the blade with a tooth-grinding sound.
Slashing zombies did not bring the satisfying sensation of flesh upon fist.
Su He let out a long howl, his body transforming into a Dragon Turtle, biting a zombie's ankle, swinging it like a club against the world filled with undead, zombies.
Blow after blow!
It was no longer a simple war, but an outpouring of long-held anger. Turning his head at the sound nearby, he saw Mingzu rushing forward, covered in blood, oblivious, roaring like a mad dog as he tore into a zombie.
The body that was once at the end of its strength suddenly erupted anew.
Even Wen Zu and the Martial Ancestor, along with seven Immortal Sovereign State Dragon Turtles, surrounded the last zombie, frenziedly biting.
That was the one whose half-body had been slashed by Su He.
