PhD's power had now reached S-Class. His eyes were crystal clear, completely devoid of the usual feral rage seen in zombies. In fact, he looked almost human—eerily similar to Ethan.
His mental strength surged like a tidal wave, transforming into invisible steel spikes that pierced through the consciousness of nearby zombies.
The elite undead around him let out agonized howls as they collapsed one after another.
The black mist, which had just begun to thin, now surged back with renewed force, like some ancient abyssal beast returning from the depths.
Nightbane watched the battlefield, his frown deepening. Things were clearly taking a turn for the worse.
In terms of raw power, they were no match for the Los Angeles hive.
Still, he didn't panic. He had an ace up his sleeve—his strongest unit hadn't even entered the fight yet.
But then, from deep within the black mist, a low voice echoed out, cutting through the chaos like a blade.
"Vine Surge!"
