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

The sugarcane moves swiftly like the wind, while the nunchucks follow like a shadow, their movements a mix of feints and real attacks.

The giant zombie with the staff was terrifyingly powerful with every strike; even the aftershocks created a gust of wind that made it hard to breathe.

Huang Aotian clenched his fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He felt a vague sense of anticipation, yet his anxiety weighed heavily on him.

Suddenly, a dull, loud thud resounded, as if a string in the universe had snapped.

The heavy staff slammed down, tracing a breathtaking arc, and struck the sugarcane trunk directly.

The sugarcane twisted violently in the air, turning helplessly like a willow leaf in the wind, before being flung away and crashing into the dust.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

Huang Aotian's breath hitched for half a second.

He tried to convince himself that the sugarcane would stand up again.

However, the sugarcane in sight was broken in two, and its emerald green light was rapidly dimming.

It stopped moving.

This scene was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, turning the tension that permeated the battlefield into boundless panic.

"The sugarcane... has failed..."

Someone murmured something softly, but the sound spread like wildfire.

Behind the lines, the previously orderly command and support began to fall into chaos.

"The sugarcane has failed! Should we retreat?"

"The zombies' attack will be even fiercer, we can't hold them off!"

"There are Corpse Cult members behind us; there's no way to retreat!"

"Headquarters! Any new reinforcements?"

Various screams of terror mingled together, like a dam about to collapse, the cracks widening and the current growing more turbulent.

Huang Aotian stood on the battlefield, his eyes still fixed on the distance.

It was slowly retracting its staff.

The shadow of the giant zombie, like a black curtain that blots out the sky, is slowly pressing down on the entire battlefield.

Everyone else is just a speck of dust in the background.

Humanity's front lines have lost their soul, becoming fragile and chaotic.

An invisible wave spread outwards, a ripple of fear that stirred up waves of despair in everyone's heart.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Someone roared, their voice trembling.

Many others remained silent, instinctively retreating with unsteady steps and their weapons hanging limply, as if they would abandon their weapons and flee at any moment.

The giant zombie ahead, like a moving fortress, slowly stepped forward, each step slamming heavily onto the ground, causing the soil to crack.

Attacks from the fifth or sixth tier were no different from scraping his skin.

Its staff swept out, instantly tearing a gap in the originally solid plant defense.

The horde of zombies followed closely behind, and panic spread, freezing everything around them.

The fire peas were still firing sporadically, but they posed no threat to it, only causing a few insignificant sparks to fly off the giant zombie with its staff.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The commander was shouting desperately from behind, but his voice could no longer reach everyone's ears.

The flow of people fleeing in fear was like a flood breaking through a dam, completely overwhelming the previously holding line.

The giant zombie crossed the defensive line, its massive body plunging straight into the human positions with an unstoppable, mountain-like momentum.

With a single, gentle blow, it reduced the Nut Wall to ruins.

The human forces crumbled, and the soldiers scattered and fled.

"It's over..."

Huang Aotian stood in a corner of the battlefield, his pupils unfocused.

His throat was dry, but he couldn't utter any words to boost morale.

Faced with the monstrous seventh-tier zombies, they had no chance of winning without their seventh-tier plants.

Chaos surged like a tide, despair shrouded in mist.

The news from the rear was chillingly cold—

"The defense line has been breached!"

"The Corpse Cult has already reached the rear!"

Huang Aotian suddenly turned around and looked at the area behind him where flames were gradually spreading.

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Ahead, the zombie horde had surged across the trenches, and the plant defenses crumbled under the immense pressure.

Behind them, the Corpse Cult's raiding force slithered into their heartland like venomous snakes.

Caught in a pincer movement, there is no way out.

Fortunately, they were on the edge of the battlefield, where the shadow of death had not yet completely descended.

But there was no way out; death was only a matter of time.

The surrounding soldiers were already in despair, their blank stares filled with confusion and fear.

Someone dropped the cards in their hand and turned to run away, only to be dragged into a horde of zombies by the oncoming zombies, leaving behind only a short scream.

"It's over, we're finished..."

A soldier muttered something to himself, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it! Come with me!"

Huang Aotian gritted his teeth and growled, his voice low and cold, like a steel knife scraping against an iron plate.

He suddenly turned around and ran wildly toward the armory.

The three soldiers beside him paused for a moment, then quickly followed.

Inside the armory, broken wooden crates were scattered all over the floor, and plant cards were discarded everywhere.

Huang Aotian's eyes swept across the room, quickly locking onto the box of cards in the corner.

Those were five hundred cherry bombs.

He commanded a soldier to grab the box of cards, turn around and rush out, leading three soldiers behind him as they raced toward the horde of zombies at the edge of the battlefield.

His voice was deep and tinged with madness, "Blast a way out!"

He pulled the first Cherry Bomb card from the box, flicked his finger, and the card flashed red in the air before falling into the horde of zombies.

"boom--"

The cherry bomb transformed into a crimson flame, engulfing hordes of zombies in front of it.

"Keep throwing!" Huang Aotian roared, drawing a second card and waving his remaining arm around.

Explosions rang out one after another, flames and shattered corpses piled up like small mountains in front of them, yet the zombies continued to surge forward like a tide.

The three soldiers also began frantically throwing cards, their panting and the sounds of explosions mingling together.

"Don't stop! Bomb them!"

Huang Aotian roared, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of resolute madness.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the air was filled with heat and a stench.

Huang Aotian felt his strength being drained away little by little. After not resting for a long time, his vision was now blacking out and his ears were ringing.

Although the three managed to break through a certain distance, the number of cherry bombs was rapidly decreasing.

But he knew he couldn't stop.