Seeing Ethan really looked ready to finish it, panic finally flashed in the Zombie King's eyes.
Right as the war hammer was about to smash down, a pleading, desperate roar burst from the Zombie King's mouth.
The hammer stopped an inch from the remaining half of its skull. Ethan's mouth curled into a satisfied grin.
"Then move. Make the horde retreat. Now."
"Rrr…!"
The Zombie King roared again, like it was saying, If I do it, you'll really let me go?
Ethan chuckled. He understood perfectly.
"Relax. I'll stake my character on it," he said easily. "You make them retreat, and I won't kill you."
The Zombie King stared at him with half a face full of suspicion.
"What, you don't trust me, kid?"
Ethan's tone stayed light, but his eyes didn't. "Let me tell you something—my character's solid. And besides, you don't have another option. Believe me, or I kill you right now."
He lifted the war hammer again.
"Raaah!"
