Chapter 109 Apocalyptic Fall, Zombie Siege 20

The deeper you go into the grassland, the dimmer the surrounding scenery becomes.

The once lush green grass has turned withered and yellow, the occasional stream has dried up and stopped, and the distant snow-capped mountains are shrouded in mist, their outlines obscured.

It was still the brightest part of the morning, but this place was dark and cold, so cold that even sunlight couldn't penetrate it.

Ahead lay the snow-capped mountains, and Luo Shu and her companions were nearing their destination. The mutated scorpion climbed off the roof of the vehicle and obediently lay down at Luo Shu's feet. Only after Luo Shu climbed onto its back did it begin to move, heading towards the terrifying creature ahead.

It didn't want to either! But there was nothing it could do. There was a zombie king; if it didn't listen to her, it would die immediately; if it listened to her, it might die. Weighing the pros and cons, it wasn't given a single chance to refuse.

The dodder vines wrapped around the scorpion's tail trembled gently in the breeze, their delicate tendrils evoking a sense of pity.

The scorpion crawled slowly, and Zhao Qingshu stood to one side, following his king as they ventured into the unknown.

A tremendous roar shook the entire snow-capped mountain, causing the snow on the mountaintop to tremble and fall. Pairs of bright red eyes appeared on the white cliffs, accompanied by wolf howls that echoed through the sky.

Zhang Xiaya frowned. He felt like he heard wolves howling, but no wolves were found at the nearby checkpoints.

Strangely enough, before the apocalypse, they could see many wolves on the grasslands, but after the apocalypse, they disappeared. They didn't know where they had all gone. Zhang Xiaya pulled his wandering thoughts back and continued to be on high alert.

Luo Shu looked at the wolf pack on the snow mountain. There were at least a dozen wolves, and each of them was much larger than before the apocalypse. Their muscles were bulging, and they looked terrifying.

The wolf at the top of the mountain must be the leader of the pack. It is eight or nine meters long, with glossy fur that faintly gleams with a metallic sheen. You can tell at a glance that its defense is terrifying. Its crimson pupils are staring intently at Luo Shu. Kings do not meet, and the battle horn has been sounded.

The pack of wolves surged toward Luo Shu and her companions. A dozen giant wolves moved simultaneously, like an avalanche, with snowflakes flying everywhere and creating a white tornado that roared toward Luo Shu.

Zhao Qingshu released a spatial barrier to block the wolf pack's attack, and then unleashed a spatial blade to attack the wolves. He was a sixth-tier wolf, while the wolves were fifth-tier. The mutated scorpion, relying on its own strong defense, also charged forward fearlessly, repelling two wolves and even using its tail stinger to incapacitate one. The dodder vines, though seemingly inconspicuous, were like steel wires, tightly binding the running wolves, cutting into their flesh and blood, and absorbing their nutrients.

This war is a struggle between the Zombie King and the Wolf King. If one side survives, the other will surely perish. They have already stood by Luo Shu's side. If Luo Shu loses, they will not survive either. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so they will naturally fight to the last moment.

Luo Shu also moved, her black hair flying, snowflakes dancing around her, yet unable to diminish her grace. In the dark and chaotic world, there was a bright spot that firmly attracted everyone's attention.

The enormous wolf king, as big as a small mountain, opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Luo Shu. In an instant, it appeared in front of Luo Shu from the mountaintop. Its superpower must have been teleportation. Just as its sharp teeth were about to bite down, Luo Shu bent her waist and pressed herself against the wolf king's jaw to dodge the attack.

Seeing that it had failed to bite through Luo Shu's throat, the wolf king opened its mouth again, and a huge, gleaming claw slashed at Luo Shu. Luo Shu tapped the wolf king's leg with her toes, using the force to propel herself backward to the other side of the rock. She drew the sword from her waist, gripped the hilt, and the bright red roses swayed in the wind. The unparalleled beauty and the sharpest sword created the most beautiful spectacle in the world.

Luo Shu controlled the golden flames to imbue the sword, and with a swing, scattered sparks flew towards the wolf king, standing out conspicuously against the white fluttering in the sky.

The wolf king sensed the power of the flames and narrowly dodged them, but one still landed on its tail. In an instant, a fist-sized hole was burned through its supple fur, and the flesh inside was also burned, causing the wolf king to howl in pain.

Luo Shu stood on the protruding rock face, holding a long sword, her skirt fluttering. The wolf king was now completely enraged. Ignoring his own injuries, he spat out a stream of icy spikes and attacked Luo Shu directly.

Luo Shu used flames to defend against the ice spikes, but they didn't melt immediately. Instead, they pressed straight towards Luo Shu, causing her back to slam into a rock, shattering the protruding rock with the impact.

This wolf king was actually dual-elemental. Zhao Qingshu was anxious when he saw his zombie king at a disadvantage. This pack of wolves was not easy to mess with. It bit Zhao Qingshu's calf. If it weren't for the dodder vines cushioning the bite, even if Zhao Qingshu was a sixth-level zombie, he would have broken a bone.

Zhao Qingshu dared not be careless now, and continued to fight the wolf pack obediently, trusting in his king.

Luo Shu felt that her ribs were probably broken, but fortunately she could not feel pain. The broken ribs were not a problem, and she could continue fighting. This was the strongest opponent she had encountered since the apocalypse, a seventh-tier mutated wolf king.

At the same level, the strength ranking is: Plants > Animals > Zombies > Humans. Humans, who were originally at the top of the food chain, suddenly fell to the bottom. This wolf king is at the seventh level, and Luo Shu is at the eighth level. However, the wolf king is dual-elemental and has extremely strong defense, so it fought Luo Shu to a standstill.

Luo Shu coated her body with a layer of golden flames and charged straight at the wolf king. Although its fur was very tough, Luo Shu's zombie body had also been tempered. With each advancement, the zombie's shell would be tempered by the energy within its body.

The two collided, a clash of ice and fire, and a wisp of white smoke even rose from the point of contact. Under the bright sun, a zombie and a wolf fought back and forth, with frost and golden fireworks exploding in the air from time to time, just like those special effects blockbusters, making the audience's hearts surge.

After clashing for about ten rounds, the wolf's fur was already pockmarked and no longer had its former glossy appearance. Now it was baring its teeth and glaring at Luo Shu.

Luo Shu's skirt was already torn, and the blade of the long sword was broken in half. Her hair was a little messy, and her face had a hint of pink, which added to her beauty.

Several of her internal bones were broken, as was the scorpion below; one of its legs was broken, and only a few vines and leaves remained. Zhao Qingshu's down jacket was dented and pitted, and her exposed arms were covered with bite marks.

Luo Shu seemed to still be panting. Her gleaming sword was stuck in the pile of rocks. The crimson in the wolf's eyes intensified. With a flash, it attacked from behind Luo Shu, and a large ice spike went straight for Luo Shu's head.

Without turning her head, Luo Shu conjured a giant fire lotus behind her, which devoured the ice spike. Holding a longsword in her right hand, the blade covered in golden-red flames, she swiftly slashed at the junction of the wolf king's head and neck. The massive wolf head was instantly severed from its body, and scalding blood splattered all over Luo Shu. Blood dripped from the white broken sword.

Seeing that their wolf king was dead, the wolves below scattered and fled with their tails between their legs. Luo Shu didn't turn around; she casually tossed out a spark, and the huge wolf carcass became a pile of ashes on the snow-white mountain.

The interplay of red and white, the whistling wind that tousled her hair, the ribbons fluttering in the breeze, were caught by Zhao Qingshu. In this vast world, it seemed as if only that peerless beauty remained.