Chapter Seventy-Two: The Onslaught of the Undead Tide

If he took one more step forward, he would inevitably lose his head.

As their gazes stretched farther, they realized that the spider silk was not confined to a single spot, but crisscrossed in every direction, weaving across the street like slicing laser beams.

“How could this be?”

A wave of dread swept through them. The Five-Star Zombie Hive was simply too dangerous; the slightest carelessness would spell certain doom. This was no place for humans to tread.

“These webs weren’t here when we came. When did they appear?” Sun Yuhang distinctly recalled walking this very street.

Lin Dong’s steady gaze fixed on the distance.
“Because when you came, they hadn’t arrived yet.”

“Who?” Chen Ming and the others grew even more anxious, a powerful sense of impending doom rising in their chests.

“Well, well? I didn’t expect your senses to be this keen,” a sharp female voice suddenly echoed from above.

They looked up at once, and saw a woman’s figure hanging upside down in mid-air. Her lower body split into eight spider legs, with silk trailing from her abdomen, anchoring her to the upper stories of the buildings.

In broad daylight, a woman dangled upside down above the street, her hair swaying as it hung, and her pale face twisted into a bloodthirsty smile. The scene was utterly bizarre.

A chill ran through the group, prompting them to draw back a few steps.

“That’s the Spider Woman!” Chen Ming’s voice trembled with fear.

She had once been a notorious overlord, her name striking terror far and wide. Later, she had been subdued by Serpent-Eye and merged into his ranks—everyone in the shelter knew her story.

So it was her!

But that was not all. Suddenly, from all directions, the guttural growls of zombies echoed, rising and falling in relentless waves.

A torrent of zombies poured forth, packed tightly together—a sea of black. Most conspicuous among them was “Michelin,” his plump body quivering with every step, each footfall making the ground shudder.

A zombie tide!

Chen Ming and the others turned ashen. The horde numbered in the tens of thousands. Elite zombies leapt onto the rooftops, crouching on all fours, their vicious eyes locked on the intruders, encircling them completely.

“They’re all here.” Even Cheng Luoyi, who had never witnessed such a spectacle, felt the enormity of the threat. No matter how strong an individual was, facing tens of thousands was beyond hope.

Even an elephant would be devoured by enough ants—let alone by such a multitude of zombies. They could wear anyone down to death.

As the tide surged, Serpent-Eye himself appeared, his towering form standing atop a distant building. His yellow pupils swept over the scene with a gaze that seemed to command the world.

Under his gaze, it was as if their hearts were pierced by icy daggers.

Even Serpent-Eye had come—the absolute ruler of this region.

“Is all this really necessary?”

Chen Ming wore a bitter expression, wondering what terrible crime he had committed. Had he desecrated their ancestors’ graves? All they’d done was come out searching for some seeds.

Yet the entire force had been mobilized to surround them, as if using a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken.

He could hardly blame fate if he died here...

They were utterly hopeless now, with not a shred of will to resist—some even contemplating suicide to escape the agony of being devoured.

Under the immense pressure, Sun Yuhang’s hands trembled as he took out his phone, intending to change his “safe arrival” message to a final farewell.

What a despairing world...

Cheng Luoyi rested her broadsword on her shoulder, her beautiful eyes calm and unflinching.

“So these are the hunting targets?”

“More or less,” Lin Dong replied, tilting his head to appraise the scene.

“Oh...” Cheng Luoyi nodded, gripping her sword with both hands, holding it horizontally before her.

“Prepare for battle!”

“What?” Chen Ming and the others were stunned—fight, here?

Serpent-Eye’s gaze remained fixed on Lin Dong. He’d never seen him before, but sensing his aura, he knew this was the Zombie King of the Highrise District.

“I never thought you’d be reduced to running with your own food.”

“There are many things you’d never imagine,” Lin Dong replied indifferently.

Serpent-Eye’s mouth split into a wide, wicked grin, his yellow eyes narrowing.

To see Lin Dong come alone into his territory—he felt victory was assured.

“Looks like I overestimated you. If you’re foolish enough to walk to your death, then I’ll grant your wish!”

“And what exactly makes you so arrogant?” Lin Dong’s voice was calm.

As his words faded, a black cloud rose on the horizon behind him, densely packed and impenetrable.

“Caw—caw—caw—good man, I’m back again!” The crows’ screeches split the air, their ranks swooping overhead like fighter jets, blocking out the sun with their overwhelming presence.

“My God!” Chen Ming and the others gasped. What now?

And then the shards of glass on the ground began to tremble, the earth shaking more violently, as though an army was rushing toward them.

A roar thundered from the distance as Tank’s burly figure appeared, leading his followers—Xiao Ba, the Doctor, and others—charging with terrifying ferocity.

A hundred thousand zombies surged into battle!

The scene was truly awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, Chen Ming understood: this was a battle between Zombie Kings, and he was but a minor side character.

What merit or destiny had brought him to witness this?

Yet hope flickered anew in his heart.

If Lin Dong defeated Serpent-Eye, they might yet survive. Perhaps infected by the atmosphere, his fighting spirit rekindled. He raised his alloy blade once more, his eyes flashing with determination.

“So you came prepared after all...” On the rooftop, Serpent-Eye narrowed his gaze, realizing the true situation. But it didn’t matter—he was ready for a fight to the death.

Thirty thousand against ten thousand—the advantage was his!

“Kill them!”

At his command, the surrounding zombies grew frenzied, surging forward.

The two zombie tides crashed together, waves colliding with unstoppable force.

Zombies roared and trampled, grappling and tearing at each other. The lust for slaughter ignited fully; heedless of life or death, they fought like rabid dogs, desperate to rip flesh from their foes.

Instantly, the battlefield dissolved into chaos—blood splattered, the stench of death thick in the air.

But in the midst of the carnage, a group of zombies stood out for their valor: Lin Dong’s five hundred elite vanguard. Like a dagger thrust into the enemy’s horde, they tore through the ranks.

When the elite zombies were bitten, they barely flinched. They’d rip off their attackers’ heads and toss them aside. Their wounds healed before the naked eye.

Zombies fell one after another around them, yet they charged ever forward, indomitable as war gods.

“What are those monsters?” Serpent-Eye squinted, barely recognizing them as zombies, a sense of dread creeping into his heart.

Among them was Xiao Ba, her face twisted in a wicked grin, once again transforming into the battlefield’s reaper—wherever she passed, corpses piled high.

“Stop her!” Serpent-Eye commanded.

Michelin, the fat brute, charged like a human cannonball, bowling over scores of zombies in his path.

But before he could get far, a massive fist smashed into his face, his rolls of fat rippling like waves.

Tank’s figure appeared at his side.

“Ugly fatso, your opponent is me.”