"Damn it!"
At the far end of the bridge stood an old woman with a cat-like face. Her sharp teeth were clenched, and her eyes burned with hatred.
No one expected the enemy to awaken psychic abilities. Zombies typically had weaker mental strength compared to humans, so it was incredibly rare for a zombie to develop psychic powers—something that could directly counter her.
Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield, the towering figure of the Crimson Titan stood out like a mountain. His skin was a reddish-brown hue, as hard and unyielding as stone.
He was the embodiment of absolute defense.
Even when elite zombies managed to bite him, their teeth shattered on impact. With a single swing of his massive arm, he could crush their skulls into dust.
Wherever he passed, corpses piled up in heaps. His brutality was unmatched.
