On Nugget's back, Ethan held his poleaxe high with one hand. Skewered on the tip was a zombie—its neck completely pierced through by the blade.
Nugget had moved so fast that the Tier 8 zombie hadn't even had time to react. One clean thrust from Ethan, and it was impaled and lifted off the ground in a single motion, carried away like a trophy.
Once the zombie stopped twitching, Ethan cracked open its skull and pulled out the crystal core. Then he tossed the corpse into his spatial storage ring.
He'd feed it to Bengal Tiger Goldie or Jaguar Speckles later—mutant beast meat like this was great for boosting their strength.
"Heh… that was way too easy," Ethan chuckled, admiring the crystal core in his hand.
The whole kill had been smooth as silk—clean, fast, effortless.
This was exactly why he'd insisted Skinny Pete tame the Golden Eagle. Whether for scouting or surgical strikes, a flying mount was a game-changer.
A few minutes later, Ethan swooped back down and rejoined the group.
