The crowd of zombies stood frozen, their faces lit with awe, hearts pounding with excitement.
That was insane.
No wonder he was called the strongest Zombie King in America—he'd taken out a member of the Vampire Race with a flick of his wrist. Just like that.
The one-eared zombie leader looked like he was about to cry. If zombies could shed tears, he'd be bawling hard enough to flood the Atlantic.
So this… this is the boss I've never even met before.
Across from them, the remaining Vampires had lost all trace of their earlier arrogance. Their smug expressions had twisted into something else entirely—fear.
"The strongest Zombie King… why the hell is he here?!"
"No way. This has to be fake. We're probably caught in some kind of illusion."
"Yeah, he's just bluffing. Watch me take him down!"
One of the female Vampires, clearly not buying it, launched herself forward with a snarl. Her legs kicked off the ground, claws flashing as she lunged straight at Ethan.
