At the critical moment, Ragnar didn't retreat—instead, he surged forward, gritting his teeth and throwing his head straight into the massive skull of the Lord of the Carrion Reavers.
BANG!
A thunderous crack echoed through the air as a shockwave of raw force exploded outward.
It was a brutal trade—Ragnar took the hit head-on, splitting his forehead open and spilling blood, but thanks to his monstrous physique, it wasn't fatal.
The Lord of the Carrion Reavers reeled from the blow, letting out a guttural roar as its hulking body staggered backward.
Ragnar didn't waste a second. Seizing the brief opening, he thrashed with everything he had, muscles straining, blood boiling.
A crimson aura burst from his body—pure, unfiltered bloodlust. The mark of a true Zombie King.
"RAAAHHH!"
With a deafening roar that shook the night sky, the tentacles wrapped around him finally loosened.
