Those humans were putting in serious work—just one barrage from the Crystal Core Firearms wiped out nearly eight hundred zombies.
Even a horde of ten thousand wouldn't last long under that kind of firepower.
Triple Scar was getting hammered, scrambling for cover like rats, completely overwhelmed. He cursed under his breath—this wasn't a meat delivery, it was a damn suicide mission!
Adrian, meanwhile, was tearing through the battlefield like a force of nature. Wherever his water dragon swept, zombies were obliterated in waves.
"Quick, lock in—where's the Zombie King?" he barked.
"On it!" the Tracker Captain responded immediately.
Their objective was crystal clear: find Ethan. Adrian was even starting to suspect that Ethan had unleashed this zombie horde just to drain their energy reserves.
The longer this dragged on, the worse it would get for them. They needed to end it—fast.
