Darlene chuckled. “How many of them do you think you can fend off?”


    She whipped her cane, and hundreds of bodies came charging towards Wilbur with a force that was


    enough topletely overrun him.


    Sammy cried out in shock, and Dom’s face paled. Moose did not know what to do either.


    Wilbur formed several seals with one hand in their direction, and a barrier rose around them that


    blocked the rest of the vigers off.


    He wielded his thunder cleaver and began attacking those zombies.


    Upon killing that one zombie from just earlier, Wilbur had understood something.


    Darlene had wanted all those dead bodies to turn them into zombies.


    Everyone in this vige was a zombie.


    These zombies looked just like regr people but were no longer living and only operated under


    Darlene’smand.


    These charmed zombies were not only stronger than regr human beings but also had arge


    amount of poison stored in their bodies.


    They did not fear death or pain in the slightest, making them perfect fighting machines that regr


    people could do nothing about.


    Even an army would find it hard to kill them without any weapons of mass destruction.


    However, it seemed like Darlene’s zombifying attempts were not always sessful.


    Otherwise, Moose and the other cultivators would not have to bring so many bodies over every month.


    Wilbur was a strong fighter nevertheless, and hisbat skills were top–tier.


    Despite the zombies flocking toward him, Wilbur and his thunder cleaver darted through the crowd. Not


    one zombie was able to get too close before they were ughtered.


    However, the zombies would explode automatically after being in and let out poisonous fog. Within


    minutes, the fog had spread to around a hundred–meter radius of the battleground.


    A regr human being would die from just one breath of the fog, and even an Ambience level cultivator


    would be poisoned from breathing it in for a prolonged time before eventually dying.


    That was what Darlene relied on. She did not even need to attack herself before these zombies killed


    her enemies for her.


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    What she did not know, however, was that Wilbur was practicing the Dragon’s cultivation method. The


    dragon tribe had been the strongest tribe since a long time ago, almost immune to many fatal things.


    Thus, Wilbur did not care about the fog in the slightest as he whipped his cleaver about in battle.


    Countless zombies copsed to the ground, exploding into pieces.


    The poisonous fog grew thickener and thicker, enveloping the entire vige. The zombies continued to


    howl and shriek, pouncing on Wilbur one after the other.


    Darlene stared ahead at the thick poisonous fog and a smile slowly spreading across her wrinkled face.


    She was certain that even an Ambience level cultivator would not be able to survive under the attack of


    so many zombies and the thick poison fog in the air.


    Despite knowing that the zombies were decreasing in number, Darlene did not feel like it was a shame.


    In fact, she only grew more excited.


    Wilbur being so powerful was something that excited Darlene. Once she had killed him, she would be


    able to make a super zombie out of him that was more powerful than all the zombies she had forged


    beforebined.


    She would finally have an expert fighting under her.


    It was important to note that upon Darlene’s zombification, an Ambience level cultivator would be able


    to reach Sanctuary level once they have turned.