“Corpse flies!” Lu Yun blanched. He couldn’t see them yet, but he could already smell the characteristic stench of rot.

“Over there!” Qing Han pointed at a spot between the dense branches where leaves and boughs were violently shaking, as if something enormous was about to emerge.

Crash!

Vegetation shattered to make way for the extension of a giant, blood-colored leg. It was almost three hundred meters tall and had sharp spikes poking out of it. Each of its slightest movements broke branches, leaves, and bark, sending pieces raining down the zombie tree.

“Here you are, here you are! Eat them, eat them all!” The spores cheered, guiding the owner of the leg to where its prey was.

“What a huge corpse fly....” Lu Yun goggled at the sight. Just a mere leg was three hundred meters long!...