The surging Zombie Horde thundered forward, blood smeared across their faces from the last battle, making them look even more savage and terrifying.
Under the pitch-black night sky, they looked like vengeful spirits charging out of hell.
The desolate, lonely land was quickly swallowed up by the advancing horde. That earlier fight? Just a warm-up.
They were just getting started—ready to tear through cities and claim new territory.
Ethan trailed behind at a leisurely pace, waiting for the right prey to show up before making his move.
"Eastreach hunting grounds are pretty sweet," he said casually. "Feels like picking up crystal cores off the ground."
"Uh…" Hammerhead glanced at him, a little stunned. "You sure talking like that won't get you punched?"
The zombie nests were spaced far apart, so it would take a while to reach the next battlefield. Along the way, they occasionally ran into scattered monsters.
