Something clicked in Ethan's head.
He didn't hesitate. Riding Peregrine Falcon Flint, he shot straight toward the battlefield.
By now, the fighting had hit full boil.
The zombies had already broken through the blockade and surged onto the bank, colliding with the Enhanced in a vicious, grinding melee.
There were just too many of them—and Tier 6 and Tier 7 zombies outnumbered the humans by a ridiculous margin. For a while, the defenders were getting pushed back step by step.
But humans still had one edge:
They had more top-tier power.
Forget the Fallen Star Squad and the mutant beasts they'd brought—Clearford City alone had more than thirty Tier 9 Enhanced. That was something the zombies couldn't match.
The horde was huge, but there were only a little over ten Tier 9 zombies mixed in. No Tier 10 had shown itself yet… aside from the likely exception: the Zombie King.
