American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Bang!

With a loud crash, the ground where Brother Li had been standing exploded, sending stone fragments flying everywhere and leaving a large pit.

Brother Li quickly stood up and saw the Ironclad Zombie dragging its chains from the ground, ready to strike again.

He abruptly dove forward, nimbly dodging past the Ironclad Zombie's left side.

Then, with a clang, Brother Li brandished a two-meter-long iron spear, its tip piercing the Ironclad Zombie's right knee.

The dark, oily refined iron spear was clearly a superior weapon, several levels above the Embroidered Spring Blade.

Qi Shan narrowed his eyes.

Sure enough, in any world with extraordinary power, one could acquire extraordinary weapons.

Even in a feudal society where salt, iron, and tea were government-controlled and unavailable to ordinary people, these heroes possessed them in abundance.

The Ironclad Zombie's armor was made of an unknown material, incredibly tough.

Despite the spearhead hitting a joint, it had no effect.

Aside from a dazzling spark, the heavy blow, which could have pierced an adult's thigh, left only a shallow white mark on the Ironclad Zombie's armor.

"Damn it, it's happening again!"

Brother Li, unable to dwell on his frustration, accelerated his charge, his figure tracing an arc as he slipped behind the Ironclad Zombie with uncanny footwork.

As the Ironclad Zombie turned, he leaped onto the roof of a nearby thatched hut and vanished into the mist within moments.

The Ironclad Zombie tried to pursue, but was stuck in place by a sticky substance on the ground.

Qi Shan saw clearly that as Brother Li jumped away, he had thrown two small balls from his hand.

These balls seemed to have eyes, hitting the same spot one after the other, then bursting and scattering powder.

The powders mixed and, moistened by the damp mist, quickly formed a glue-like adhesive liquid.

This was the substance that now stuck the Ironclad Zombie's feet to the ground.

This little trick, while able to temporarily hinder the Ironclad Zombie's pursuit, ultimately wasn't very useful.

The Ironclad Zombie seemed to possess some intelligence.

It simply swung its chain again, directly hitting a large tree several meters away.

Then, pulling backward with force, the tree groaned, and the Ironclad Zombie was yanked out like a cannonball.

With a crash, another wall collapsed.

Amidst the clatter of colliding bricks, the Ironclad Zombie's heavy figure slowly emerged from the hole.

After briefly orienting itself, it strode off in pursuit.

But before it could take more than a few steps, the memorial archway at the end of the street suddenly collapsed.

The foot-thick stone tablet fell from the sky, like a giant iron hammer smashing directly onto the Ironclad Zombie's head.

No matter how tough its body was, such an impact could only drive it into the ground like a nail.

The scene reminded Qi Shan of *A Chinese Odyssey*, where Sun Wukong used his golden staff as a hammer to pin the Bull Demon King into the ground.

The similarity was at least 80%.

Even pinned to the ground, the Ironclad Zombie continued to struggle, trying to free its arms, but it found the ground strange and couldn't manage it no matter how hard it tried.

Just then, a group of people suddenly emerged from the end of the street.

"Did it work? Did we succeed just now?"

"Keep quiet.

This town has more than just the Ironclad Zombie.

The others aren't as easy to deal with."

The archer had abandoned his vision and relied on hearing to locate and move, which was actually more convenient.

"It worked, it worked!

Quick, get the potion.

This little trap can only seal the Ironclad Zombie for about fifteen minutes.

We have to pry open its helmet and dig out its eyes in that time!"

Seeing the Ironclad Zombie embedded in the ground, struggling in vain, the group's faces lit up with joy.

They quickly stepped forward and took a small gourd from their bags, smashing it directly onto the Ironclad Zombie's head.

The potion splashed everywhere.

Their palms were unharmed, but the Ironclad Zombie's tough helmet seemed to encounter strong sulfuric acid, rapidly corroding.

Seeing this, the group cheered again: "It works, it works!"

"You idiots, keep your voices down.

Do you want to attract the other horrors here?

Hurry up and get the eyeballs out.

They're worth a lot of money!"

The group worked efficiently, quickly using small knives to cut off a small section of the corroded iron helmet.

Qi Shan saw clearly that under the Ironclad Zombie's helmet wasn't a so-called zombie, but a completely rotten corpse, leaving only a pile of bones.

Particularly noticeable were the two light blue eyes inside its skull, with many bright spots slowly rotating within the pupils, looking like galaxies.

The small team worked swiftly, removing the Ironclad Zombie's eyeballs in short order.

They took out a special small bamboo tube, completely red, and threw the two eyeballs into it.

At this point, the Ironclad Zombie, which had been struggling on the ground, suddenly stopped moving, as if its plug had been pulled.

Seeing this, the group simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

A short man stood up, about to say something to the archer behind him with a smile.

Whoosh!

A thick iron chain suddenly emerged from the mist behind him, piercing the short man right through like an iron spear.

Flesh exploded, leaving a large hole in his chest.

Heavy footsteps appeared behind him, rapidly approaching.

"Another one?"

The other members of the team turned pale.

After a moment of hesitation, they decisively abandoned the short man.

They exchanged glances, quickly agreed on an escape route, and leaped onto the thatched huts along the street, soon disappearing.

The short man spat out blood, his pupils gradually dilating.

After his body fell, as the iron chain slowly retracted, his body was also gradually pulled into the mist, followed by the sound of bones being snapped.