The elite warriors charged forward like unleashed tigers, ferocious and unstoppable. In no time, they crossed the river, cutting through the opposing Zombie Horde like a razor-sharp blade.
These warriors were practically indestructible—rapid regeneration, unbreakable bones—they were walking weapons, each capable of taking on ten enemies at once.
"They're this strong?" Crimson Titan's face darkened. He hadn't expected zombies with such advanced evolution. Watching his underlings get torn apart or devoured without even a chance to fight back made his stomach churn.
And behind the 500 elite warriors, an endless wave of the Zombie Horde surged across the river, pouring into his territory.
On a large boulder nearby, Mia leapt down with a sharp clang as she unsheathed her tachi, resting it casually on her shoulder.
"Guess I'll join the fun."
