"Another ten minutes, and the zombie horde will be completely annihilated. At that moment, under the balanced state of the world, Zhao Fucai will make his move." "Zombies revive! Die and rise again! Born and died, died and born—never to fade!" As soon as the incantation was spoken, the zombies that had just appeared lifeless instantly came back to life, forming a vast, well-coordinated force that matched the army in strength and discipline. "Listen to my command! Charge forth with courage!" Under Zhao Fucai's orders, the zombies surged forward like waves crashing over mountains, like winds sweeping away clouds, and like a vast tide rolling across the land. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The well-trained Chinese army unleashed a barrage of artillery fire, turning the entire grassland into a battlefield, dust swirling in the air and the scent of gunpowder filling the atmosphere. The Chinese army believed all the zombies had been eliminated, but after the artillery barrage, they discovered a large group of zombies advancing swiftly toward them. "Run! We can't hold them for long!" The army commander, helpless, ordered a retreat. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" Zhao Fucai's smile carried a deadly intensity: "I'll make sure every single one of you dies!" Zhou Chao, never forgetting his grudge against Gao Liang, added, "We're going to wipe out Gao Liang!" A voice as terrifying as a demon echoed across the grasslands, yet suddenly, a thunderclap of clarity rang out: "The Huaxia nation is the great dragon of the East—should we dare oppose it, there is only one path: death!" Zhou Chao turned toward the familiar voice. Wow—there was Gao Liang, stepping forward, with 101 Tibetan mastiffs forming a majestic procession, each one imposing, like sentinels paving the way for their master. On either side of Gao Liang stood armored guards in golden and silver armor, and behind him came his three companions—Fat Deng, the reserved Yang, and the timid Wu. The entrance was truly grand. Oh, and there was also a beauty behind Gao Liang—Ying'er, the little fairy, and Zhang Yuping, the top-tier campus beauty. Zhou Chao was now consumed by jealousy. Just moments ago, he had been playing with ordinary, conventional beauties. "Once I've defeated him, he'll be my longtime rival, Gao Liang! Once I've eliminated him, you'll be the king!" Zhou Chao said with the air of someone riding on the coattails of a bigger power. Zhao Fu-chou stared coldly at Gao Liang, then burst out laughing at him: "Hah! I never thought you'd be my friend's enemy! No, the grudge from the sword wound sustained when you came back through the time stream—I haven't yet avenged that! This is exactly the moment I've been waiting for! I'm going to wipe you out! Zombies! Charge! Charge! Charge!" As soon as he finished speaking, the zombies surged forth in full force, pouring over Gao Liang in a wave. The 100 Tibetan mastiffs, led by their king, charged ahead to defend their master. Mastiffs were indeed spirit-endowed creatures—after all, these were the very embodiments of the hundred beasts from the World of Warcraft, possessing 3,000 years of spiritual power. Facing these zombies wasn't a difficult task at all. Soon, the zombie ranks became disordered, as many were bitten Ying'er clapped her little pink hands, shouting, "Go, go!" Zhan Yuping praised, "So great! So brave!" and kept asking Gao Liang, "Husband, I want to take care of these pets!" Gao Liang was delighted, gave a sly smile, and said to the two wives, "These are all my top-tier training—my husband is going to need your appreciation!" With two soft kisses, Ying'er and Zhan Yuping each kissed Gao Liang on each cheek. Gao Liang enjoyed watching his army of mythical beasts battle the zombies. "Husband, these Tibetan mastiffs are amazing! Look! Watch! The one leading them has knocked down five zombies all at once! Wow! That's a record! Husband, I want to adopt one! I really want to! Please, please agree!" Zhan Yuping actually loved pets, but had never been able to adopt due to personal circumstances. She never expected her husband to have so many outstanding Tibetan mastiffs—she simply wouldn't miss this chance. Yet this was the moment of fierce combat. Even with a cheerful heart, Gao Liang remained on high alert, as he had clearly seen the scale of the zombies far exceeding his expectations. "Fatty Deng! Shy Yang! Soft-hearted Wu! Don't just stand there—climb up with me and get to a high vantage point and estimate how many zombies there are!" Upon Gao Liang's command, the three younger brothers immediately scrambled up a ladder, gasping in astonishment, "Boss, it's incredible! Incredible! More and more are appearing—there's a thick, dark wave coming from behind!" "Exactly as I anticipated!" Gao Liang's expression grew serious. As he looked again, the 101 Eastern Divine Dogs were growing increasingly weary. This wasn't the worst part—the real issue was that the zombies that had fallen were rising again immediately. "The zombies are reviving—dying and then coming back to life! Repeating the cycle of death and rebirth, never fading!" It turned out to be Zhao Fuzheng's incantation at work. Clearly, unless Zhao Fuzeng was subdued, the zombie numbers would only grow. "Yuping, come with me—let Zhang Yuping pouted at Gao Liang’s orders, for the zombies were so terrifying—how could her husband expect her to lead the charge? Wasn’t that simply sending her to her death? She stood there, stunned. “Go! This is an order! Do you understand?” Gao Liang even scolded her right in front of everyone. Zhang Yuping had never been scolded by her husband before—now she nearly cried, two clear tears rolling down her cheeks. It was clear that he truly didn’t care about her. After all, Ying'er was a top-tier beauty from the Immortal Realm, more beautiful than herself. Zhang Yuping wasn’t afraid of dying—she was only heartbroken that Gao Liang didn’t value her. With a determined breath, she pushed down her inner pain and walked toward the direction where the Tibetan mastiff and the zombies were battling fiercely. At that moment, Zhou Chao and Zhao Fuqing’s eyes lit up. Both of them were romantic types. While Zhang Yuping couldn’t quite match Ying'er’s fairy-like beauty, she was already a first-rank beauty among mortals. And moreover, Zhang Yuping had grown even more beautiful over time The zombies had no emotions—even if they were beautiful women, they still charged straight at them. The King of Tibetan Mastiffs roared, and instantly, 100 Tibetan Mastiffs surged forth, forming a protective ring around Zhang Yuping, who was deeply moved. Indeed, raising and caring for these pets was truly the right decision. So, she reached out her delicate hands and gently stroked the King of Tibetan Mastiffs, saying, "Such a good boy!" The majestic and powerful King of Tibetan Mastiffs lapped at her hands, lowered his ears, and bowed obediently, constantly wagging his tail. Meanwhile, Zhao Fuzhong was spellbound by Zhang Yuping's beauty. Honestly, for all these years, he had always believed that ancient beauties were the finest—yet now, in this modern age, she was truly breathtaking, radiant, and captivating. If he could have such a beauty by his side, what more could he possibly ask for? "Brother! Act now! I sense that Gao Liang is employing the 'beauty strategy'!" Zhou Chao, a clever fox who had faced Gao Liang on several occasions, was naturally cautious. Yet Zhao Fuzhi looked completely unconcerned, shouting at Zhou Chao, "This beautiful woman has to be secured—secured, do you understand?" "Yes, brother!" Zhou Chao feigned obedience, while mentally calculating his next move. "This reincarnated demon king has taken a special interest in my wife. No way—Guangliang must die. But I also want to secure someone like Zhang Yuping, a truly exceptional beauty. If this old demon king claims her, what will I do?" Zhang Yuping closed her eyes in despair. "Thud!" A zombie at her side collapsed. When she opened them again, Zhao Fuzheng was drawing his bow and arrow, fiercely shooting an arrow into the attacking zombie. The arrow struck the vital point, and the zombie was completely still—dead. Seeing their master attack them, the zombies immediately ceased their fierce battle with the Tibetan mastiffs. They gasped heavily, stunned. "Beauty! How could I let you die?" Zhao Fuzheng leaped lightly, like a crow, and swooped toward Zhang Yuping. "Ah! No! No!" Zhang Yuping's slender body was caught in the web that Zhao Fuzheng had thrown at her. With a gentle lift, Zhao Fuzheng captured her. At that moment, the entire mountain rang with the sound of horns. The Tibetan mastiffs charged forward, followed by the three close friends and the brothers from the Wind and Fire Hall, each holding a torch in their right hand and a large axe in their left. Since Zhao Fucai just killed a 2000-year-old zombie for the sake of a beautiful woman a moment ago, the zombie ranks have lost their morale.