I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Without the assistance of the Great Steeltooth Flower, Titan Squash was left to fend for itself.

The mountain-sized figure was charred black, with most of its vines already severed. Facing the combined attack of the Clown King Zombie and the Monk Zombie, it appeared extremely disheveled, only able to desperately resist with its massive size and remaining vines.

The clown zombie wielded its ten-meter-long sword with lightning speed, the blade gleaming coldly, each strike precisely severing a vine.

The sound of vines snapping echoed over the empty lake, like some kind of lament.

"Hahaha, that's it?! All that big for nothing!"

The clown's head at the end of the long sword emitted a sharp laugh that seemed to mock the squash's dying struggle.

Titan Squash angrily swung its last few vines and lunged at the Clown King Zombie.

The zombie monk's figure had already flashed to the side of the Wogua like a ghost, his palms clasped together, and his whole body suddenly burst with golden light.

He snorted coldly, pushed with both hands, and a thick golden beam of light shot out from his palms, striking directly at Wogua's body.

As the golden light pierced through, the giant squash trembled violently, its skin cracked open with countless fissures, and green juice gushed out, falling like a torrential rain.

Just then, the Clown King Zombie leaped up, raising his long sword high, the blade enveloped in an eerie crimson light.

"ended."

He murmured to himself, then suddenly slashed down with his long sword.

The blade slicing through the air with a piercing shriek, instantly cutting the last few vines into pieces.

Without the vines, Titan Squash was powerless to resist, and its body was gradually destroyed by the internal energy of the Monk Zombie.

Eventually, it came to a standstill.

The breath of life gradually dissipated, eventually turning into a dilapidated empty shell.

"Tsk, this guy's pretty tough."

The zombie monk spoke with a hint of disdain, glancing down at the fallen gourd with a deep look in his eyes, as if he were plotting something.

The Clown King Zombie remained silent, sheathing his sword and standing still.

Chen Yang and his two companions, watching from afar, held their breath and exchanged bewildered glances.

They had thought the Titan Squash would last longer, but they hadn't expected that the two zombies working together would end its life so quickly.

The Clown King Zombie stood beside the massive wreckage of the Squash, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the ten-meter-long giant sword in his hand gradually retracted, eventually transforming into the original small box shape.

From the box came the clown's shrill laughter: "Hahahaha, revenge is complete! That little rascal finally died a worthy death, how satisfying!"

"Shut up..."

The Clown King simply took a pendant from his collar.

The picture above is of a woman with gentle, watery eyes.

"It's over... I've avenged you..."

His eyes held a sense of relief.

The golden light around the zombie monk dissipated, and his robes returned to their usual calm.

He looked at the wrecked Titan Squab before him and said in a deep voice, "According to the agreement, Squab's energy core belongs to me."

The Clown King Zombie nodded silently, put away the pendant, and looked towards the vast, empty lake.

"It's time to break this barrier."

The zombie monk walked around the Titan Squash's corpse and casually remarked, "Once I advance in rank, I can break this barrier with a flick of my finger."

"Then leave it to you."

After saying this, the Clown King Zombie pointed to the Squash's chest cavity, where a faint green light was emanating, and something seemed to be slowly pulsating: "The core is probably there. You take care of it yourself, I'll go deal with another problem."

The Clown King Zombie strode towards Chen Yang and his companions.

The pace was slow, yet it felt as if it were pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The mist in the wasteland seemed to respond to his call, swirling into indistinct eddies behind him, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy wherever he went.

Chen Yang and his two companions immediately became alert.

Chi Zigao gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly: "This guy is definitely up to no good! Whatever he's up to, we have to run!"

Huangfu Qinghe's brows furrowed with unease.

He didn't speak, but just silently looked at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang lowered his head and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tension rising in his throat.

He raised his eyes, his tone calm yet firm: "We can't run away."

"What should we do then? Are we just going to wait for him to come?"

Chen Yang stared in the direction of the Clown King zombie and whispered, "Don't move. Stay calm. He's not trying to kill us, otherwise he would have already done it."

Chi Zigao gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently a few times, and finally nodded slowly, but the cold sweat on his palms had already soaked his clenched fists.

The Clown King Zombie ignored the subtle movements between the three.

His steps were light and slow, as if he were measuring the life-or-death distance of this wasteland step by step, and finally stopped ten meters away from the three of them.

"These idiots! Kill them! Shut them up! Hahahaha!"

A piercing scream suddenly erupted from the box, filled with mad madness, instantly shattering the stillness of the air.

The clown inside the box shrieked and laughed, his voice carrying a chilling, insane quality.

The Clown King Zombie simply raised his hand and slammed the box down hard, creating a huge crater in the ground with a loud bang.

He had been putting up with this noisy box for a long time.

In order to avenge his wife, he went to great lengths to find George Edgar and asked him to forge a weapon for him.

He still remembered the unreliable look on the old man's face when he handed him the box.

"Uh, there was a small problem when installing the AI ​​module, but it's nothing serious. This is a work I'm quite satisfied with. Believe me, this box might be your opportunity to break through to the ninth rank."

When the Clown King took over the box, he didn't expect that this slightly 'problematic' AI module would cause him so much torment in the future.

If this weapon weren't so handy, capable of switching between different forms depending on the battle situation, he would have long ago torn this noisy box to pieces, inside and out.

Titansquash is now dead.

"Shut up! You idiot! You better not say another word before I finish what I'm doing. It won't take me long to tear you apart!"

The box in the pit fell silent, yet continued to vibrate slightly, and a low muttering could still be heard: "Kill them...kill them..."

Then, ignoring the box in the pit, the Clown King Zombie raised its head and glanced at Chen Yang and the other two.

"take it easy."

He drew out his words: "Little brats from the Corpse Cult, have these two not been baptized yet?"

Both Chi Zigao and Huangfu Qinghe felt a tremor in their hearts.

Although they didn't know why the zombie in front of them called Chen Yang a member of the Corpse Cult, they could personally feel the murderous aura in the eyes of the Clown King Zombie.

Blood-red pupils scrutinized them, and the two felt locked in by an intense killing intent, like rabbits in a cage. With just a single thought from the other party, they would have no chance of survival.