In Ye Li's mind, his virtual fingers were moving at an extraordinary speed.
Zombies were falling in large numbers, and Ye Li was continuously synthesizing.
He used these synthesized zombies to attack the other zombies.
This was working as efficiently as an assembly line. The process was absolutely terrifying.
However, the heavy sword-wielding undead clan had no awareness of this because there were simply too many zombies.
The heavy sword-wielding undead clan had already reached the base walls of the Sky Eagle Base. The ninth-tier heavy sword-wielding undead, perched on a giant eagle, was staring at Zishan.
"Zishan, your Sky Eagle Organization killed my son. Today, not a single person from your Sky Eagle Base will escape!" Zhao Xiao spoke coldly.
The Ninth-tier heavy sword-wielding undead chuckled, "Zishan, it's been years, and I never thought that I would be taking your life as soon as we met."