Ethan didn't give the Stage D zombie a second to think—his fist came crashing down again.
The zombie had no choice but to shove aside its confusion and meet the blow head-on.
Just like before, it managed to block Ethan's punch, but the next moment, a heavy barbell bar slammed into the back of its skull.
The hit landed hard. Two strikes in, and blood was already leaking from its head.
The strength of a psychic ability scales with the user's own power, and Ethan's Telekinesis packed just as much punch as his fists.
Taking two solid hits like that? No way it wasn't bleeding. If the barbell bar had been sturdier, it wouldn't have stopped at just blood.
Now the zombie was finally starting to panic. It let out a furious roar toward the base of the hill.
The moment it screamed, the zombies attacking Chris and the others below suddenly went berserk. They abandoned their targets and charged straight up the mountain like rabid animals.
