Chapter 16 The Descending West Queen Mother

A very dull sound came from an unseen place above the space, after which the zombie horde began to stir.

The zombie horde, originally fearful of flames, was now advancing step by step towards the ring of fire.

When the corpses at the front touched the flames, they ignited as if doused in gasoline, bursting into flames with a "whoosh." As they burned, the corpses curled up and fell to the ground, gradually turning into a sticky, waxy liquid, collapsing onto the ring of fire.

Because of the addition of new combustibles, the fire burning on the ring blazed even more intensely, the flames leaping more than a dozen centimeters higher.

Seeing that the situation was not good, An Wenshan shouted to Fatty, "Don't let them get close to the ring of fire. They're like firewood. Don't add fuel to the fire, or we'll all be burned to death."

So, Fatty and An Wenshan wielded their fire blades along the inner edge of the ring, passing through the wall of fire and sweeping the zombie horde away with clean, efficient strikes.

The zombie horde seemed numerous and intimidating, but in reality, their bodies were fragile and vulnerable.

From the feel of cutting down the zombie horde, Fatty judged that these rushing corpses were not made of flesh and blood. He couldn't determine what substance they were made of, but he could sense that the zombie horde was fundamentally different from human flesh.

In fact, this had already become apparent from the way the zombie horde burned and melted.

Fatty and An Wenshan danced around the fire, and wherever their fire blades passed, limbs flew and flames erupted.

The surging tide of zombies was quickly contained by Fatty and An Wenshan.

More and more of the corpses that had been cut down piled up around the ring of fire, gradually melting into a lump of unknown substance, which ignited at the slightest spark, burning and emitting a strong, indescribable stench.

At this time, Fatty and An Wenshan were covered in a thick liquid of red and green, as well as bodily tissues from the zombies. The two, who had been reduced to a frenzied state of killing, couldn't care less about such things.

Just as Fatty and An Wenshan were resisting the zombie tide, the "West Queen Mother" from the black jade stone coffin, fully restored by the red tree, descended from the sky, landing calmly in front of them.

Her feet were off the ground, hovering high in the air. Dressed in a plain robe, she possessed an ethereal quality. Her gaze was condescending, utterly fearless.

"That woman..." Han Yu frowned.

This woman, who had appeared out of nowhere, possessed a dignified demeanor, out of keeping with the current environment.

Fatty still remembered the losses he had suffered at her hands, so he dared not look her in the eye, and he reminded the others, "Don't look into her eyes! She can use magic to hypnotize you!"

It was truly a case of when it rains, it pours.

Just as Fatty and An Wenshan had managed to get the situation under control, the "West Queen Mother," who had guarded Kunlun Immortal Mountain for thousands of years, suddenly appeared before them, and it seemed that she was about to plunge Fatty and the others into an bottomless abyss.

When Fatty saw the skull in the "West Queen Mother's" hand, emitting a dim fluorescent light, and the iron mask broken in two, he felt a chill in his heart.

It seemed that the "West Queen Mother" had recovered her magical artifacts. She certainly wouldn't be as easily manipulated as she had been in the black jade stone coffin. If she attacked Fatty and the others, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Sure enough, Fatty's worries came true.

The "West Queen Mother" raised her right hand and squeezed hard, extinguishing the fuel in the ring of fire. At the same time, the flames on the corpses that had been cut down on the ground disappeared as well.

The flames on Fatty and An Wenshan's blades flickered a few times before they, too, were extinguished with a "poof."

After that barrier of flame disappeared, the zombie horde seemed to be encouraged, rushing towards Fatty and the others even more frantically.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Fatty's forehead, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, kicking a man when he's down..."

Fatty and An Wenshan fought and retreated, once again gathering tightly together, joining Rou Yi and Han Yu in a tight cluster.

"What do we do now!" Fatty was unsure of what to do, so he asked Han Yu.

If they didn't come up with a plan quickly, they would eventually be trapped and killed here by the zombie horde, and if the "West Queen Mother" floating in the air attacked again, they would probably die even faster.

"Clear out the zombies blocking the way and head towards the meteorite," Han Yu said quietly to Fatty and An Wenshan next to her.

Although Fatty didn't understand why Han Yu wanted to go towards the meteorite, he knew that Han Yu's move was definitely not to surrender to the meteorite and Zhao Chenguang. She must have her reasons for doing so.

Slaughtering the zombie horde to clear a path was not an easy task. An Wenshan needed to clear a space in advance so that everyone could keep up, while Fatty needed to cut down the zombies that surged in from the sides and rear during this time.

The asexual beings in the zombie horde and the old Taoists mixed in with them seemed scary, but in reality, they were not.

The zombie horde was only surging towards Fatty and the others, but they had no real offensive capabilities, and their strength was insufficient. A light stroke of a knife would cause the skin to split and the flesh to separate; they seemed to be falling apart with the slightest push.

In Fatty's words, these stinky things were all "paper tigers" and not worth worrying about.

Clearing a path through the zombie horde to the meteorite was not as difficult as imagined. An Wenshan swung his elbows forward, sweeping a large area. Fatty faced the rear with his blade, cutting down anyone who lunged forward. Seeing the four of them, led by An Wenshan, actually start moving slowly towards the meteorite.

Seeing that these people seemed to be escaping, the "West Queen Mother" floating in the air frowned. She held up the fluorescent skull, urging it on with her other hand...