To prove he was in good health, Oliver hopped in place twice. Still, a chill ran down his spine—if he had let that guy treat him, he might've just disappeared from this world entirely…
And this Zombie King—he was like a ghost, appearing and vanishing at will.
The fact that he was here meant one thing: the sanctuary had already fallen. Under that stone slab now… it was probably nothing but a pit of corpses. Just thinking about it sent shivers down Oliver's spine.
Ethan spoke again. "Let's go."
"Where are we going, Master?"
"To my territory," Ethan said bluntly.
Oliver was even more shocked.
In such a short time, not only had Ethan taken down the sanctuary, but he had already established his own domain?
No wonder he was rated S+ in the Zombie King files—the strongest Zombie King in all of Los Angeles…
Oliver didn't dare voice any objections. He had no choice but to follow Ethan forward.
