The atmosphere was instantly as silent as death. The sound coming from the comms wasn't particularly loud, but it suppressed all the noise here—the laser weapon fire, the rumble of corpse-pushing war machines, the anguished cries of people. It was spine-chilling. Amid all this chaotic clamor, faint murmurs blended with an ethereal, death-filled bizarre resonance, impossible to describe.
After hearing the report from the other side, Yan Jiang seemed frozen, holding the receiver in his hand, staring blankly at the computer screen.
"What did you say?" His tone dropped into a low register as he spoke toward the comms again, as if unable to believe the soldier's words. It was too unbelievable! But there was no answer to his repeated question.
Ghost Head and Brother Shi exchanged a glance. In that instant, both of them doubted their ears—had the Zombie King appeared?
Are you sure this isn't a joke?
