"Mhm, yeah—I just got back not too long ago," Ethan replied casually, not bothering to hide it.
Hammerhead's eyes widened in disbelief. He actually went to Terran Reach—the human continent—and came back with a damn aircraft?
In his world, that was nothing short of insane.
None of the Zombie Kings he knew—or even heard of—had ever pulled something like that off. Right then and there, Hammerhead realized: the guy standing in front of him wasn't just powerful—he was a walking miracle. A golden thigh to cling to, and he was gonna hold on for dear unlife.
As the aircraft cruised forward, the landscape below was a constant blur of chaos. Scenes of slaughter played out again and again—Xenobeasts tearing through zombies, and Zombie Kings leading counterattacks with their underlings. It was all-out war down there.
Ethan didn't pay it much attention. Those low-tier Xenobeasts weren't even worth his time.
