As the Tier 9 zombie collapsed, the surrounding undead scattered like rats from a sinking ship.
Most of the zombies in this area were Tier 5 and above—veteran types. The moment they saw their boss go down, they didn't hesitate. Survival came first. They bolted in every direction.
Ethan didn't bother chasing them.
Instead, he raised his poleaxe and split the Tier 9's skull clean open, reaching in to pull out the crystal core.
Without wasting a second, he sat down right there and swallowed it whole.
The others immediately formed a protective circle around him.
Moments later, Ethan's aura surged—and his power broke through.
He'd officially reached Tier 9.
He stood up slowly, flexing his fingers as he felt the raw strength coursing through his body. A satisfied grin tugged at his lips.
"Fifty-three thousand pounds of force," he muttered.
