"Corpse King? So it's at least a level 5 zombie?" Li Lang asked in surprise, he didn't expect that there would be such a gathering of high-level zombies, and Wu Tian seemed to be familiar with this place now.
"What kind of zombie king is a level 5 zombie, it's just a small zombie general!" Wu Tian hummed out a breath through his nose and said contemptuously, "According to the first meeting of the Corpse King Association, a rank five zombie is a lord class, a rank six zombie is a lord class, and only a rank seven zombie can be called a Corpse King!"
"Then what about rank eight zombies? Don't tell me that since a bunch of level seven zombies have come out, there will be no level eight zombies up there," Li Lang said as he looked at the arrogant Wu Tian, "Or even, there are level nine zombies up there?"
"Grade 8 zombies, known as Emperor grade zombies, I've only seen one, which is the convener of this Corpse King Society, and Grade 9 zombies have not been heard of where they have appeared yet, however, we have tentatively labeled this grade of zombies as "Demigods"." Wu Tian's expression was solemn when he mentioned the Grade 9 zombie, after all, this kind of existence could fully deserve the title of deity, even if Wu Tian went back to the ancient times, he would probably be able to mix up the name of an immortal. This is the huge difference in evolution! Li Lang suddenly deeply felt the huge evolutionary benefits brought by the T-virus, compared to ordinary humans, they were really like a group of mythical creatures.
"Alright, basically every level 7 zombie that participates in the Corpse King Society will bring one or two henchmen with them, when you go in later, you must be careful to hide behind me and try to keep a low profile, or else those cold-blooded guys will randomly strike out when they see something that doesn't look good to them, even though I'm not afraid of them, it would be bad if I negligently fail to protect you." Wu Tian barked some more advice towards Li Lang before he slowly walked up the steps.
Li Lang couldn't help but laugh bitterly, thinking, on his own this catty, even if you want to be high-profile can't be high-profile ah, this old Wu really will hit people, just advanced to level five zombies, this side came out a whole bunch of level six and seven zombies, there are even level eight zombies, how can I tell people to live ah.
However, even though his heart was complaining, Li Lang still closely followed behind Wu Tian and walked into the towering mysterious gate.
Originally with curiosity, Li Lang walked into the door after some disappointment, he also thought that this is like a high-class human club, everywhere is shuttling non-stop service personnel, but did not think that the inside of the empty and dilapidated can be, and do not say that the people, and even the zombies have not a head.
"This place was originally the lair of the level 8 zombie 'Yong Wu Ming'; so there is not a single zombie inside, and with the pressure of a level 8 zombie, which one dares to run in?" Wu Tian walked while talking to Li Lang, "This guy seems to have possessed intelligence after he was promoted to a level six zombie, but he couldn't remember his own name, so he called himself 'Forever Nameless';now, in fact, most of the names of these high-level zombies are new names that they made up themselves, after all, they don't have any memories of the past anymore."
Surprisingly, there was such a thing. Li Lang was greatly surprised in his heart.
Speaking, they had already arrived in front of the elevator, only the elevator inside was nowhere to be seen, only a long and deep passageway remained, the walls inside were pitted and appeared to be very shabby.
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"There's no way out?" Li Lang said doubtfully, then said in surprise, "Could it be!?"
"That's right, count on you kid to be smart," Wu Tian hemmed and hawed and said to Li Lang, "Don't lose him."
He then leapt up and unexpectedly scurried up the wall alive, running like the wind on it, and his direction was exactly above! The bowl-sized hooves of the horse struck deeply into the hard concrete wall, smashing a small pit into the wall, Li Lang finally realized why the wall was pitted.
He then took a deep breath and similarly leapt upwards, then ran as fast as he could stepping on the small pits above him. He was not like a level 7 zombie like Wu Tian, it was good to be able to run upwards for a distance, let alone trying to make footprints on it, knowing that it was much harder than running downwards!
Originally, it didn't look like the building was that high, but I didn't expect this to make it feel ridiculously high instead. After running for a few seconds, Li Lang had already lost sight of Wu Tian's shadow, only to hear the sound of hooves that had been linked together echoing in the empty passageway.
Moreover, the most depressing thing for him was that after about twenty to thirty meters, there were no more small pits on this wall where he could land, all of them were cold, smooth and hard concrete walls. It looks like those senior zombies only needed a small boost of power when they went up, that's why many small pits were stepped out from below, and when the speed was increased it was already completely as if they were walking on the ground.
Maybe they have their own special skills and strong strength, but Li Lang has not yet reached that level, although if you insist on chiseling pits in the wall can also be done, but then it would be too much power. Therefore, Li Lang had no choice but to open the alienated bone wings on his back and slowly fly upwards when he really had nowhere to borrow strength. This was a bit humiliating, but it was also a helpless move, after all, the strength was still not enough.
By the time he reached the last exit, Wu Tian was already waiting there.
Although Li Lang blushed a little, he realized that Wu Tian didn't notice this, but instead looked around vigilantly, with an appearance of being on the verge of an enemy.
Only after Li Lang went up did he really see the situation around him, only to see fourteen or fifteen figures appearing randomly and scattered next to each other, all of them were high-level zombies, and half of them were level seven zombies, and the rest were their servants, and all of these servants were also level five or six zombies.
Just by looking at their appearance, each one of those level 7 zombies in the main seat looked like an ordinary human being, instead, those servant zombies looked more like monsters. When these people saw Wu Tian and Li Lang arrive, they didn't have much reaction and continued to do what they should do, only two of them glanced this way.
Wu Tian then took Li Lang and slowly walked to an empty sofa and sat down. It was only then that a female level 7 zombie next to him curiously said, "Why did you old horse bring a servant this time?"
"Three, four, five, didn't you bring one as well. But this kid is not my servant, but my grandson." Wu Tian said expressionlessly.
Li Lang was greatly surprised, not realizing that the smoldering-looking female zombie in front of him had such a strange name, "Three Four Five".
This female zombie seemed to have sensed Li Lang's curiosity and suddenly stared at Li Lang and asked, "Funny?"
Before Li Lang could answer, she suddenly opened her mouth and a blood red shadow shot out like lightning! It instantly arrived in front of Li Lang, only a few millimeters away from between his eyebrows!
Li Lang was horrified, then he heard Wu Tian faintly say, "This is my grandson." Wu Tian's hand had already grabbed the red knuckle in his hand at an unknown time, and it turned out to be Three Four Five's tongue.
Three Forty Five's tongue then retracted in a lightning-like manner, she looked at Wu Tian coldly, seemingly having some scorn for him. Three Four Five's servant zombie also assumed an attack stance towards Li Lang.
These guys were really weird, one wrong move and they would flip and kill! Li Lang realized what Wu Tian meant by letting him keep a low profile, not only to keep a low profile, but also to treat himself as air.
This side of the sword seems to have no effect on other people at all, and Wu Tian and three, four, five also very good control of their own breath and killing intent.
Right at this moment, there was another sharp sound from the elevator entrance, and a dry and thin figure leaped up, looking at him, he was also a level 7 zombie, only that he looked like a dwarfism patient, or rather, he was such a person before. This person came up with a cheeky smile, looked at Wu Tian and said, "Old Ma, come."
"Uh-huh." Wu Tian nodded slightly as a reply, and the tension between him and Three Four Five eased. That new Level 7 zombie immediately found a place to sit down.
Then, a vast pressure came from the end of the room, a person wearing a black cloak suddenly appeared on that chair that had been empty, after this person appeared, Li Lang immediately felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and this pressure was even more vast than the one on Wu Tian. He immediately understood that this was that Class 8 zombie Yong Wu Ming!
"Then, let's begin." A low, hoarse voice came from under the cloak, like ice that would not melt for ten thousand years.