The obese Butcher let out a guttural scream, his face contorted in agony. Staggering back a couple of steps, he lost his balance and crashed onto the ground with a heavy thud.
With only A-rank strength, he was no match for Ethan.
That single slash had already left him gravely wounded.
But the surrounding zombie underlings, hearing Butcher's anguished howl, immediately abandoned their pursuit of the fleeing humans. Their instinct to protect their leader kicked in, and they turned as one, swarming toward Ethan.
In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded—an impenetrable wall of undead closing in from all sides.
Yet Ethan remained still, standing his ground, watching them approach with an eerie calm.
Then, from behind him, countless vines shot forward like arrows, slicing through the air with deadly precision. They impaled the oncoming zombies in an instant, skewering them like grotesque kebabs.
