Heading outward, moving forward against the current.
What can be seen is only hordes of living corpses stumbling across the wasteland, like wild beasts, crawling, staggering, sprinting, howling.
Wave after wave of living corpses, driven by the call of the Forest Country, threw themselves into Hell, slaughtering each other, hunting, becoming ravenous wolves, or falling as sacrifices. Whether they succeed or fail, upon entering, they've already become consumables for the Forest Country.
There's no reasoning at all, only the instinct to attack all living things in sight.
The front of Little Ox and Horse's vehicle had been dyed scarlet by blood.
The herd of corpses threw themselves recklessly into the assault, disintegrating one by one.
In the final sorrowful howls, Ji Jue lowered his head and looked at the muddy ghoul beneath his feet—eyes red, mouth open, unleashing a loud roar, yet unable to make any sound.
