The conclusion of this world has already been determined.
Humans will return to the top of the Pyramid within a month or two.
Without the Zombie Emperor appearing, and without a Zombie King to lead the zombie hordes, they ultimately remain a scattered force.
Even if there are a few High Rank Zombies commanding them, they still cannot match the wisdom of human survivors and the power of large-scale destructive weapons.
The conclusion is inevitable; the century of countless deaths and injuries is nearing its end.
The pungent smell of stench is everywhere, black smoke rolls out.
It's the black smoke coming from burning zombie corpses.
The blue sky has also turned grey.
Bai Xiqin and Leng Yebai, holding hands, realized at some point that Chenghuang, who had vanished upon crossing over, had leaped onto Bai Xiqin's shoulder.
"Should we be going back too?"
Bai Xiqin touched Chenghuang on her shoulder, but couldn't quite feel happy.
