Richard stood there, almost in disbelief, as he watched Lin Feng's health bar hover at the brink, a mere one percent away from oblivion. The mastermind behind the catastrophic apocalypse, which had claimed countless lives and devastated the globe, was finally within an inch of defeat. The significance of the moment wasn't lost on him; one more concerted effort would not only eliminate Lin Feng but also potentially put an end to the relentless zombie onslaught that had plunged the world into chaos.
With no time to waste and driven by a sense of urgency, Richard acted. There was a clear sense of purpose in his movements as he adjusted the grip on his plasma blade, turned the hilt, and pulled it upwards in a smooth, controlled motion, it sliced through Lin Feng's form with ease, the action reminiscent of pulling a zipper, albeit one sealing the fate of a nemesis and potentially ending a global nightmare.
