Inside the helicopter, Tristan and Milton sat in stunned silence. Neither of them could find the words to describe what they had just witnessed.
From the moment the tsunami was summoned, to the ocean freezing in an instant, and finally the entire ice sheet being obliterated by a single palm strike the entire sequence was beyond anything they could have imagined.
If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, they never would’ve believed a human being was capable of such a feat.
“A few zombies have escaped toward the northwest. Take your men and deal with them quickly. Time is running out, and I still have to rush to the other two cities.” Dustin’s voice carried down from above.
After crushing tens of thousands of zombies with a single blow, he didn’t even pause. He shot across the sky like a meteor and vanished into the distance.
With Harbortown’s horde wiped out, the few who slipped through shouldn’t have posed a challenge to Tristan. If he couldn’t even handle that, then he didn’t deserve to be crown prince.
The streets of Sommertown reeked of blood and decay. The stench hung heavy in the air, enough to make anyone gag.
Nathaniel and his guards had taken shelter inside the ruins of an old clock tower. Through the cracked glass, he watched as endless waves of zombies swarmed the streets, sweat gathering on his brow.
A blood-soaked guard suddenly burst through the door, gasping for breath.
His voice cracked with fear as he reported, “Your Highness, the southeastern defenses are about to collapse. Those monsters are crazy. They kept hammering the barrier nonstop. Our men can’t hold them off much longer.”
Upon hearing that, Nathaniel tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white. He looked out the window at the grotesque zombies moving with unnatural speed outside. A cold knot of dread settled in his stomach as he realized how desperate their situation had become.
They had been retreating when a horde of zombies suddenly cut them off from behind. With no way out, he ordered his men to fall back into the tower and use the terrain to hold their ground.
But bullets and blades barely slowed down the undead, and nothing seemed to kill them. As a result, more than half of his elite guards had already fallen. If this continued, the situation would only get worse.
Just then, the clock tower’s main door was violently smashed open as several zombies snarled and charged inside. The guards raised their weapons and charged forward.
Steel flashed as they hacked through rotting limbs. Blood sprayed across the walls as blades found their marks, but there were too many zombies. Within moments, the undead broke their line, and the tower filled with the screams of dying men.
“Retreat! Everyone, fall back now!”
Nathaniel’s face went pale. Without hesitation, he immediately led several of his personal guards to escape through the back door.
At that moment, something like a meteor seemed to streak across the sky.
A white figure landed on the clock tower. From the rooftop, he surveyed the zombie horde below with cold, emotionless eyes.
“Hmph!” As he raised his right hand, a visible glowing golden pattern weaved across his palm that crackled with raw energy.
The zombies below grew restless. As if sensing the threat, they howled and snarled at the figure in the sky.
“Annihilate!”
The figure’s raised hand snapped downward.
The golden energy gathered in his palm condensed into a blazing beam. It struck like a falling meteor, blasting through the zombie horde with devastating force.
A deafening boom ripped through the air. The golden beam obliterated everything in its path, leaving cracked pavement and flying debris in its wake.
Over 1,000 zombies were obliterated in an instant. They were reduced to ash before they could even scream.
The spot where the horde had stood was now just vacant ground. The remaining zombies froze, visibly shaken by the carnage. None of them dared take another step forward.
Inside the clock tower, Nathaniel and the remaining guards could only gape at what they’d witnessed. The scene outside had left them speechless.
They had thought they were doomed. However, they never expected a powerhouse to drop from the sky and wipe out over 1,000 zombies with a single blow. It was beyond anything they could have imagined.
The figure landed on the ground, and his cold gaze swept over the few remaining zombies.
Without hesitation, he weaved through the undead, his form becoming a blur. With each wave of his hand, dozens of zombies turned to dust. He tore through the horde like a force of nature, unstoppable and relentless.
Within minutes, every last zombie in Sommertown’s streets had been wiped out. Nathaniel and the others were left speechless once again after witnessing the impossible.
