Shadow Mercenary Group

The battle quickly approached the end after Ernest joined. Zombies started to move very slowly after they lost their leader. Ernest randomly swung his sword like a farmer reaping. After every slay, a group of zombies fell on the ground like a bunch of grain reaped off. Anfey held his gigantic machete knife upside down. His thoughts turned to a zombie hundreds of yards away from him. There were countless tiny ants crawling over that zombie while the zombie dried out in a visible speed and turned into a skeleton at the end.

"Haven’t you seen enough? Get out!" Anfey waved his hand and that machete knife turned into countless moving wind elements, disappearing in the air.

The couple had crawled close to Anfey and hid themselves in the grass. They quietly watched Anfey. They moved very cautiously, but that did not escape Anfey’s attention.

"Anfey?" Ernest was shocked for a second. He did not notice anyone around him, but Anfey did not seem to be talking to him.