The remaining members of the Clan of the Sacred Yet Inscrutable Tiger Claw, accompanied by their new friends in the Clan of the Mediocre Yet Effective Club Bonk, approached outer wall of the forbidden city. Motionless bodies, both human and zombie, littered the ground.
“We are too late,” a dejected Junjie said.
“I just hope all the good stuff hasn’t been pinched yet,” the Whirlwind said. When Niu threw his student icy glare, the Whirlwind added, “Oh and the Emperor. I am powerfully worried about his safety and well-being, that’s for sure.”
“We should have come sooner,” Junjie said.
“Then you would have died sooner,” the Master replied.
The gate had been smashed into rubble. Niu stepped over the pieces and into the city, where he saw countless throngs of undead warriors feasting on human remains.
“Brothers,” Niu said. “It seems that fate has not spared us a fight.”
A member of the Clan of the Terrifyingly Unnatural Brain Bite looked up from a femur bone he was chewing on and snarled at Niu. “Ergh!”
The Whirlwind pulled out his club and joined Niu. “Perhaps you’ll change your mind about club fu when you see it in action.”
“That will never happen,” Niu replied. “Let it go.”
Junjie set his hands ablaze. One by one, the beasts stood up. They marched slowly towards the intruders.
“At least a hundred,” Junjie said.
“There’s more than that,” Niu said.
“No,” Junjie said with a grin. “I’m going to take out at least a hundred all by myself. How many will you get, brother?”
The master shook his head. “It is good to see your confidence is growing, my son, but don’t get cocky.”
Junjie tossed a barrage of fireballs at his incoming foes.
“Showoff,” the master said.