The Wormrot Zombie King's minions were just as hyped as he was, their grotesque faces twisted in excitement. They knew damn well that going head-to-head with the Redgaze Zombie King wasn't a fight they could win.
So they had to play it smart—wear him down little by little, chip away at his strength, and when the time was right, go in for the kill.
Once he was out of the picture, they'd be free to storm into U.S. territory and expand their turf.
At the base of the snowy mountain, corpses were already piling up. More zombies kept tumbling down, their black blood staining the snow. Some of them, infested with parasitic worms, twitched and jerked back to their feet, stiffly launching themselves into the fray again.
"See? Told you—this isn't going anywhere. I'm gonna have to step in myself," Logan muttered, watching his zombie underlings get shredded. He couldn't take it anymore. If he wanted to turn this fight around, he'd have to do it with his own two hands.
