In the middle of the sea of zombies, flanked by the most powerful creatures under their command, the two-tentacled zombie and the little monkey riding the huge alligator observed for a couple more minutes as Bai Zemin unleashed a deluge of death on the zombies.
It didn't matter if the last two Commander Zombies under the control of the two-tentacled zombie sent countless Unclassified zombies or if they used zombies with different characteristic skills to try to overwhelm Bai Zemin, all of them were beheaded or their bodies were torn apart in such a way that they had become powerless even if they had miraculously managed to survive.
"He's running out of steam." The monkey said in a high-pitched voice. Its eyes flashed with a glint of cunning as it said word by word, "His movements are becoming more and more predictable and less sharp than before. I think he might soon try to retreat, we must catch him just then."
