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Chapter 339: Triple Scar
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... ed zombies.
Even a horde of ten thousand wouldn't last long under that kind of firepower.
Triple Scar was getting hammered, scrambling for cover like rats, completely overwhelmed. He cursed under his breath—this wasn't a meat delivery, it was a damn suicide mission!
Adrian, meanwhile, was tearing through the battlefield like a force of nature. Wherever his water dragon swept, zombies were obliterated in waves.
"Quick, lock in—where's the Zombie King?" he barked. < ...
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