Chapter 769: Drunk on Wine, a Sword Stele Suppresses the Zombie King

In the end, dozens of people on the scene were converted into zombies and then slaughtered.

The zombies that fifth-turn powerhouses turned into were, generally speaking, not as powerful as they were in life, even though their attributes were enhanced by the virus and could reach a higher level.

However, they could not inherit all their skills, and their intelligence would plummet; in many cases, they even forgot to activate their skills entirely.

Therefore, after the great battle, the fifth-tier zombies and fourth-turn zombies were almost all dead.

The survivors were only Su Ming, the Tiger Blade Chen Jian, the detoxifier Wang Xun, the halberdier Druer, the blonde Beth, and the red-haired rapier-wielding girl from the Fenlan Nation.

A total of six people.

The Zombie King's health had decreased somewhat after the chaotic battle just now.

But it had devoured the flesh and blood of many living people and recovered quite a bit, actually maintaining a 25% health line.

Looking at the others, everyone was panting heavily.

Having just slaughtered the infected with all their might, the mental energy of the few was almost exhausted.

It could be said that they had already entered a dead end!

A hair-raising smile actually appeared on the corner of the Zombie King's mouth.

It was clear that it knew it had shifted from defense to offense!

"Hey, do you guys still have any trump cards?" The burly Dragon Nation youth, wearing a Tibetan robe and holding a huge horse-chopping saber, looked at the others and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

He stared nervously at the charging Zombie King, his eyes weak; it seemed his condition was also not optimistic.

Druer shook his head.

The blonde Beth shook her head, and the rapier-wielding girl from the Fenlan Nation also shook her head.

The detoxifier Wang Xun shook her head.

Only one person remained silent.

Su Ming!

He was covered in blood, yet his eyes were firmer than ever before.

He did not swing his sword.

Instead, he took out a jar of old wine and tilted his head to gulp it down.

The colorless, strong liquor, filled with fragrance, contained a clear sword intent.

Two taels down, Su Ming only felt his heart was carefree, his state slightly tipsy.

This carefree drinking posture made everyone feel as if they had been struck by lightning.

Drinking before a battle?

It was surely a parting drink to bolster courage before death!

Druer felt pessimistic in his heart; it seemed that this strongest mysterious Eastern swordsman also had no trump cards left. ===== CHAPTER 771 =====