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Chapter 2613 Tristan followed Milton's gaze into the distance, where a brilliant white light was streaking toward them at breakneck speed. It carved a glowing trail across the sky, splitting massive clouds as it tore through them. In seconds, the light reached the airspace directly above the harbor. The force of its arrival stirred up hurricane-level winds that violently rocked their helicopter. When the turbulence finally eased, Tristan looked up and saw a figure in white hovering in the air, no more than 600 feet away.

With his sharp eyesight, he should've been able to see the figure's face clearly. But no matter how hard he stared, everything remained blurry, as if some invisible force was deliberately obscuring the figure. "Milton, can you see what this powerhouse looks like?" he asked. Milton shook his head. "No. I can't make out their face, either. They're clearly hiding their appearance on purpose." "So the powerhouse is deliberately masking their identity," Tristan said, disappointed. He had hoped to see what a terrestrial immortal actually looked like.

Instead, the powerhouse had used supreme divine power to obscure their features. After thinking it over, this made perfect sense since hidden masters rarely appeared before ordinary people. If it hadn't been for the disaster that struck Ashen Coast, the powerhouse likely would've remained hidden. From what Tristan could tell, the mysterious figure wasn't hostile. They seemed like a righteous force, fighting for their country and people. Whoever they were, they didn't appear to be a threat. "Your Highness, that powerhouse's preparing to unleash their powers.

We should move to a safer distance," Milton warned. "Fall back 3,000 feet," Tristan ordered without hesitation. Given the supreme divine power that the powerhouse had already displayed before, staying too close would mean inviting disaster. After all, Tristan just needed to observe and stay out of the way. The rest could be left to this extraordinary figure. Down below, the zombie horde surged forward with deafening roars. The last remaining suicide squad members were surrounded. Trapped with no way out, they were overwhelmed and infected by the virus.

Tristan had managed to lure the zombies to the harbor and buy this much time only through the sacrifice of dozens of squad members. After all, zombies hunted using scent and were drawn only to living humans. To gather the scattered undead into one concentrated swarm, those soldiers had used their own lives as bait. Over 100 suicide squad members had already perished in this desperate gambit. Every one of them had died as a martyr for their country. "So many people infected in just one night?

High in the sky, Dustin looked down at the massive swarm of zombies surrounding the harbor and frowned slightly. The situation in Thornwick was clearly worse than in Reedcrest. What made it even more troubling was that Harbortown had supposedly been the least affected city besides Reedcrest. If this were the situation here, he could only imagine how bad it was in the other two cities. "I'll do what I can." Without wasting another second, he raised his left hand and drew on the forces of nature. Then, he made a grasping motion toward the ocean. Suddenly, the surface of the sea surged upward.

The waves shot from 15 feet to 150, then kept climbing-200, 300, 400 feet. A towering wall of water hundreds of feet high had risen out of nowhere, and it was still growing. Tristan sat frozen in shock inside the helicopter. They were flying at nearly 3,300 feet, yet right before his eyes, the ocean had surged into a massive tsunami, rising higher until it was on the verge of overtaking them. As the wave continued to climb, towering above the helicopter like a mountain of water, panic set in. He shouted, "Fly higher!

Take us up to 6,500 feet and fall back at least two miles." The pilot didn't hesitate. He immediately ascended to 6,500 feet and steered the helicopter back nearly two miles. There was no choice because that towering wave-easily over 3,000 feet tall-exuded such overwhelming pressure that it felt like the whole sky was collapsing. If that wave crashed down, it wouldn't just affect them or their helicopter. Even steel-reinforced concrete skyscrapers wouldn't be able to withstand such terrifyingly destructive force. "Oh my God! Is that powerhouse even human?

They just raised a wave thousands of feet high, as if it were nothing. This is insane," Tristan gasped. He swallowed hard and was once again stunned beyond words. The previous energy vortex had been frightening enough, but this towering tsunami was even more terrifying. That sky-blotting, oppressive presence could only be described as horrifying. "So this is what a Terrestrial Immortal can do?" Milton muttered, swallowing hard. " Controlling nature with just a wave of the hand.

It's unreal." Though he had experienced many storms in his life, this was the first time he had witnessed such a spectacular scene. This was no longer something that humans could possess. "Fall," Dustin commanded. The moment he thrust his left hand downward, the 3,000-foot-high wall of water came crashing down like a massive hammer, slamming toward the ground with tremendous force.