My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 599

The frost’s devastating power could immobilize and shatter anyone reckless enough to engage it head-on.

Vulture’s eyes narrowed as he studied the ice-type evolved zombie from a cautious distance.

The creature met his gaze with an unsettling, eerie grin, its razor-sharp, piranha-like teeth glinting menacingly.

Slimy saliva dripped between its teeth, forming threads that added to its grotesque appearance.

The sight sent a shiver down Vulture’s spine, cold sweat forming on his back as a wave of unease washed over him.

In that moment, he realized the horrifying truth: this zombie wasn’t just an elemental mismatch for him—it was stronger.

Its power radiated with an intensity that suggested it was not only more formidable but possibly even a level above him.

Suddenly, a flicker of doubt crept into Vulture’s mind, eroding the confidence he had moments ago.

Yet, retreat wasn’t an option.

If he backed down now, everyone behind him—those stationed on the wall and the countless civilians within the base—would be doomed.

Just one evolved zombie breaching the defenses could spell total disaster, spreading infection or unleashing slaughter among the vulnerable: children, the elderly, and non-combatants.

Vulture swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to ease as he stared intently at the evolved zombie.

The creature tilted its head to the side, its expression almost mocking, as if puzzled by why Vulture wasn’t fleeing for his life like any sane person would.

Its sinister grin twisted into a frown of anger and displeasure as it let out a low, guttural growl.

Without warning, the evolved zombie leaped toward Vulture.

Midair, its body curled in on itself, transforming into a solid sphere of frozen ice.

When it crashed into the ground, the impact created a deep crater, sending frost rippling outward in an instant.

Nearby zombies were caught in the icy spread, their feet frozen to the ground.

Fortunately, Vulture had already leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the frost’s grasp.

As he landed on the now-frozen terrain, his footing faltered—his foot slipping against the slippery surface.

Thinking quickly, he conjured jagged spikes of earth beneath his soles, giving him traction and preventing a disastrous fall.

With his balance restored, Vulture readied himself, knowing he couldn’t afford even the smallest mistake in this critical moment.

Just as Vulture managed to regain his balance, a chilling gust of wind swept past him.

Instinctively, he leapt to the side, just in time to see his previous position obliterated by a massive ice ball barreling through like a cannonball.

The ground it traversed was left with deep gouges, evidence of its destructive force.

Its speed was alarming, and Vulture knew that being struck by such an attack would send him flying and leave him gravely injured.

From atop the wall, the onlookers gasped in unison, their stomachs churning and hearts pounding with fear.

The sight of Vulture narrowly evading the devastating assault left them clinging to worry, their nerves stretched taut as they prayed he wouldn’t be caught off guard by the next attack.

Vulture quickly conjured a series of earth spikes along the trajectory of the massive ice ball, hoping to halt or at least slow its momentum.

However, the sheer force and velocity of the icy ball crushed the spikes effortlessly, reducing them to rubble without losing any speed.

His jaw tightened, and a deep scowl etched across his face as frustration bubbled within him.