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

A change of faction?

Wang Dao?

Everyone stared at the sudden system notification, momentarily stunned.

"Hahaha! Bye-bye, you kids from District 1!"

"Don't blame your brother for breaking his promise, it's because you guys were too unreliable."

"Don't worry, I will offer incense to you every year on this day!"

Wang Dao's maniacal laughter echoed through the sky.

"He...he...he became the person on the other side?"

"Are there still function cards like this?"

"That son of a bitch, this card function is quite suitable for him... He might as well be a fence-sitter for life."

"Damn it! Why is he the only one who gets to live?!"

Zhao Qi was also taken aback, but then he realized what was happening and was overjoyed.

Does this mean the growers on the other side have become one of us?

God helps me too!

"Wang Dao, right? From now on, you're part of our District 426."

"Let us see your sincerity!"

"Don't worry, Brother Qi!"

Wang Dao's expression changed swiftly, and he smiled broadly at Zhao Qi.

If it weren't for the competition restrictions that prevented growers from leaving the area around the hut, Wang Dao would have wanted to rush to the front lines and become Zhao Qi's casualty.

If he dies, the system will determine that District 426 has won, and he will then be able to resurrect in District 426 as player number 1001.

And District One will also face annihilation.

At this moment, Wang Dao could not move freely and could only stay at the back of the defense line, waiting for the zombies from District 426 to break through the garden.

However, he can arrange the plants in the garden with his mind, and he can also remove the plants in the garden.

With a slight thought, Wang Dao swiftly chose to remove the Lava Nut.

In an instant, the giant nut wielding the hammer vanished from the lawn.

"very good."

Zhao Qi nodded in satisfaction.

Without this impenetrable nut, his zombie army can launch a full-scale attack.

"Wang Dao, dig up that damn flowerpot too."

"Brother Qi, the shovel is on cooldown. It will take another 3 minutes to cool down."

To prevent players from making large-scale changes to their strategies, the shovel in the battle mode has a three-minute cooldown.

Zhao Qi also remembered this mechanism, and he waved his hand, unable to hide the smile on his lips.

"It's alright, let District One live for another three minutes."

After three minutes, the flowerpot will disappear, and their victory will be within reach.

Moreover, most of the zombies in Zone 1 have lost their will to fight, with only a pitiful three or four zombies charging into the sea of ​​fire time and time again.

Zhao Qi glanced towards the respawn point in Zone 1. Most of the zombies were slumped in place, staring blankly ahead.

They all gave up struggling.

A small group of zombies ran onto the road, venting their anger at Wang Dao.

"Wang Dao, you beast!"

"I don't care if you want to live, but what the hell do you mean by digging up the plants?!"

"You son of a bitch, you've lived your whole life under other people's legs, Wang Dao, do you even deserve to be called a human being?"

"Knife Dog, you'll remember this: I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

"Heh, no wonder you're the kind of thing that can give women to Lin An. I should have known you wouldn't do anything decent."

Faced with an impending doom, even the freckled boy who had been cowering at the back of the crowd had now transformed into a frenzied figure.

They relentlessly attacked Wang Dao with the most vicious language.

"Heh, shut your dog mouths. You're about to die, yet you still spout so much nonsense."

Wang Dao seemed to have been hit where it hurt, his face darkened, and he roared furiously at the first respawn point.

"Only me... only I survived in Zone One, you know that!"

"Remember this, all of you! Only the survivors are the winners!"

"What good are Lin An and Chen Yang, no matter how powerful they are! In the end, they're all dead, aren't they? Survival is the only thing that matters!"

"This is your last piece of advice, Dao Ye. Don't forget this principle in your next life!"

"The survivor is the winner?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of every zombie in this noisy battlefield.

"Damn it, can't you understand what your grandpa Dao is saying?"

Wang Dao didn't notice anything unusual about the zombie horde and continued to vent his fury.

"Unfortunately."

"Then you're going to lose."

"Who the hell is still barking?"

Wang Dao's eyes were bloodshot as he scanned the battlefield. Only then did he realize that all the zombies had stopped what they were doing.

Whether they were attacking zombies or zombies that had long given up hope and were waiting to die, their eyes were all fixed in the same direction.

Deep in the forest, accompanied by a terrifying aura, a ragged zombie strode out.

He was not tall, and his hands were empty. Apart from the dark red and black mist surrounding his body, he looked no different from an ordinary zombie at first glance.

But upon closer inspection, one can discover that beneath the zombie's bluish-green skin, every inch of its muscle texture is as sharp as if it were sculpted.

A cold golden light flashed deep within his dark red eyes, like a sharp blade emerging from the abyss, piercing straight towards the king's sword deep within the garden.

The zombie slowly stepped forward, the dark red mist flowing across its body like a cloak, surrounding it.

The surrounding zombies involuntarily retreated, making way for the mysterious zombie.

This was not a voluntary retreat, but rather a result of being driven by the deepest, most primal fears from the depths of their blood.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence for a moment, the clatter of peas hitting the iron buckets particularly jarring.

"I am Chen Yang."

"I told you, District One will win, and you will die."

There was complete silence. Even Zhao Qi was terrified at this moment, unable to utter a word under this oppressive aura.

Huang Aotian was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"You? Chen Yang? You think you can do that?"

Because he was furthest from Chen Yang, Zhao Qi was not greatly affected; his anger had clouded his judgment.

"There's a limit to arrogance! Even with so many zombies in Zone 1, they couldn't break through the sea of ​​fire. Who do you think you can fool with your supernatural tricks? Is it so hard to face reality?"

"You think you have plenty of time left? Let me tell you! The moment I shovel this damn flowerpot away in three minutes will be the end of your District One!"

"Use those last three minutes to settle your affairs properly! What are you pretending to be, you're a dying man?"

Three minutes? That's enough.

Chen Yang muttered to himself, carrying the black and red mist as he walked towards the red team's respawn point.

"Hehe, wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

Because of the great distance, Wang Dao did not hear Chen Yang's last words clearly, and at this moment he thought that Chen Yang had also given up his last struggle.

Only Zhao Qi, whose five senses had been greatly enhanced, heard Chen Yang's whisper. At that moment, cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

As a leader, Zhao Qi had an almost obsessive trust in his intuition, for a simple reason: his intuition had helped him survive several life-or-death crises.

This time, he instinctively felt that Chen Yang was not joking.

Everything around Chen Yang was too strange, whether it was the oppressive aura or the blood-red mist surrounding him.

Something is wrong!

Something's definitely wrong with Chen Yang!

He really can turn the tide in three minutes!

As Chen Yang walked away, the oppressive aura dissipated into the air, and Zhao Qi, having recovered, shouted desperately.

"Quickly! Attack!"

"Everyone! Attack with all your might!"

He had to race against time and finish the fight within three minutes.

Life and death speed!