"Oh-ho? Really now?" Howler's eyes flared with menace, his face twisting in surprise. He hadn't expected a lone zombie to stand there and threaten him.
Was this guy for real?
Right now, he was standing at his own front door, backed by a whole horde of zombie underlings. With that kind of backup, he felt untouchable, radiating a fierce, oppressive aura.
"Well then, don't blame me for what happens next. Get him!"
At his command, the zombie underlings—already snarling like rabid dogs—couldn't hold back any longer. They let out guttural roars and surged forward like a tidal wave of death.
From Ethan's perspective, it looked like an ocean of zombies crashing toward him.
But then, the power of his Domain of the Dead pulsed outward—massive, overwhelming, and unstoppable. It spread like a shockwave, shaking the earth beneath him. The ground cracked open in spiderweb patterns, the air itself humming with raw energy.
