An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2610

Chapter 2609

Tristan and Milton sat frozen inside the helicopter, completely speechless.

From conjuring a tsunami to freezing the ocean, then shattering the entire ice field with a single palm—the entire sequence had been mind-blowing.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they never would’ve believed that such power was even possible in this world.

“There are still a few stragglers in the northwest. Take your men and clean them up. Time is tight. I need to head to the other two cities,” Logan said from the sky.

After smashing tens of thousands of zombies with one strike, he didn’t pause. He turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance like a meteor.

The zombie horde in Wugang City had been wiped out. Logan trusted that Tristan could handle the cleanup.

If Tristan couldn’t even manage a few leftover zombies, he wasn’t worthy of being the Crown Prince.

…

At that moment, on the streets of Liyanche City—

The air reeked of blood and decay. The stench was nauseating.

Nathaniel and a handful of guards were holed up inside a crumbling bell tower. From behind cracked glass windows, they watched the growing horde of zombies outside. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

“Your Highness! The defenses in the southeast corner are about to collapse!” a blood-soaked guard rushed in, panic in his voice. “Those monsters keep charging the barricades. Our soldiers can barely hang on!”

Nathaniel gripped the hilt of his sword, knuckles white. Through the window, he stared at the hideous, relentless zombies surging forward, his heart sinking fast.

While retreating, his team had been ambushed and surrounded by another wave of zombies.

With no way out, he had ordered his men to hold their position using the terrain as cover.

But these zombies were nearly invincible—immune to bullets, blades, fire, even water.

Half his guards were already dead. If this continued, they’d all be wiped out.

Just then, the bell tower door burst open. Several zombies stormed in with guttural roars.

The guards raised their weapons and charged, blades flashing and blood splattering across the walls.

But there were too many.

One by one, the guards were overwhelmed, screams filling the narrow space.

“Fall back! Fall back now!” Nathaniel shouted, panic gripping his chest.

Without a second thought, he turned and fled through the rear exit with a few surviving guards.

At that moment, a white streak tore across the sky like a falling star.

A figure in white descended from above like a divine being, landing atop the bell tower.

Hovering in the air, the white figure looked down at the horde of zombies below, eyes cold and unblinking.

“Hmph.”

He raised his right hand. In an instant, golden lines gathered at his palm, radiating a suffocating energy.

Sensing danger, the zombies below became more frenzied. They snarled and snapped, their grotesque faces twisting upward to face the sky.

“Perish.”

The white figure thrust his hand downward.

The golden energy condensed into a blazing beam of light, crashing down like a meteor onto the zombies with the fury of heaven itself.

Boom—!

The blast shook the entire city.

The earth quaked, buildings trembled, debris exploded into the air.

Everything touched by the golden light was obliterated.

More than a dozen zombies vaporized instantly—no screams, no struggle. They simply turned to dust.

A massive gap opened in what had been a packed zombie horde.

The remaining undead seemed stunned. For the first time, they hesitated. They stood frozen, as if paralyzed by fear.

Nathaniel and the guards in the tower stared in stunned silence, mouths agape.

They had thought they were done for.

Then, out of nowhere, a white-robed figure had descended from the sky—obliterating over a dozen zombies with a single strike.

This wasn’t strength. This was divine power.

The white figure landed lightly on the ground, his eyes still icy.

Without pause, he vanished.

The next moment, he reappeared within the zombie crowd like a phantom.

Each time he moved, each flick of his hand—dozens of zombies disintegrated.

He danced through the horde like a blade through silk.

Wherever he passed, the zombies fell like wheat beneath a scythe.

In just a few minutes, the streets of Liyanche City were cleared. Every last zombie had been wiped out.

Nathaniel and the remaining guards stood rooted in place, speechless again—staring at the impossible scene unfolding before their eyes.