The silhouettes of the Ghost Generals darted through the sea of corpses like lightning, their war spears transforming into the judgment of death, slaying one Extraordinary Zombie after another.
The Meat Mountain Zombie looked at the departed Ghost Generals, only able to emit an impotent rage.
The wails of zombies and the battle cries of the Yin Soldiers echoed between heaven and earth, as two forces of death fiercely clashed upon this plain.
Countless strands of ghostly green death aura interwove on the battlefield, tainting even the moonlight rising above the sky with a strange hue.
Tiny human figures stood atop the high walls of Gathering Point 73, witnessing this epic war.
No one could have imagined that merely a few thousand troops of the Underworld could drag down a zombie tide of over ten million.
