Without missing a beat, she struck again. Her smaller katana, coated in shimmering aura, slashed forward in a precise arc. The elite zombie leapt back just in time to avoid a fatal hit—but not fast enough. Kisha's blade caught its left leg, carving deep and clean.
Thud!
The elite evolved zombie crashed to the ground two meters from Kisha, two of its limbs severed—left arm and right leg cut clean off, leaving it writhing helplessly. But strangely, it didn't appear worried.
Surrounded by countless zombie carcasses, it did exactly what Kisha had anticipated. Without even looking, it reached out and dragged a nearby corpse toward itself like a ragdoll.
With a guttural snarl, it sank its teeth into the lifeless zombie's flesh, completely unaware that the body it had chosen had a gaping hole in its skull—its crystal core had already been harvested. Seconds passed. The expected surge of regenerative energy never came.
Its expression twisted in confusion and frustration.
