The short, stocky man’s face flushed bright red the instant he saw the undead, the scar on his face shining bloodily. He roared, “Oh~ Fiona Carter, you rapist! Blasphemous maggot! What the hell have you done?!”

The blond man’s face was ashen, looking equally furious, but his voice betrayed not a hint of anger: “Listen, they are no longer Aiden Clark and Sharon Miller, no longer our brothers and sisters! Show no mercy!”

The short, stocky man bellowed, “I know! I know! I’m going to wring Fiona Carter’s neck with my own hands and use his head as a chamber pot!”

“Sorry, Aiden Clark, brother!”

A short, low growl sounded. Logan Bennett saw the short, stocky man suddenly charge forward, swinging his wooden club with a sharp whistle through the air, smashing it hard into the male undead’s thigh.

‘Thud~~ Crack~’

Logan Bennett heard the chilling sound of bones breaking.

He saw clearly that the male undead’s thigh was struck hard by the club, immediately twisting grotesquely. Under the tremendous force, the undead couldn’t keep its balance and staggered, crashing to the ground.

He silently praised, “Impressive. Keen eyes, fast hands, and great strength—definitely a professional warrior. If I ran into someone like that, I’d be shot in the head before I even knew what happened.”

At that moment, Logan Bennett heard a sharp exhale.

“Ha～～～”

The sound was low but shook the soul, carrying a strange sense of focus.

Almost at the same instant, Logan Bennett saw the blond man make his move, jabbing his wooden club forward. The air thundered with booming wind.

The momentum was astonishing.

“Thud~”

The club struck the female undead’s head, the sound like a heavy hammer on a leather drum—dull, yet with a hint of clarity.

Logan Bennett was shocked to see the female undead’s head explode like a watermelon hit by a bullet, leaving only a bowl-sized bloody hole at the neck, spurting black blood.

“My god~ a club can have the effect of a dum-dum bullet! Did he use some kind of battle energy or inner force technique?” Logan Bennett immediately thought of the web novels he’d read before.

Even after losing its head, the female undead kept moving, arms and legs flailing wildly, but aimlessly. It couldn’t even keep its balance, let alone hit an opponent.

The blond man kept moving, circling the undead, occasionally jabbing with his club.

Logan Bennett heard a series of muffled ‘thud thud thud thud’ sounds. In less than ten seconds, the female undead’s limbs were all smashed, leaving only a stick-like torso writhing and struggling on the ground.

Only then did the blond man stop. He gently shook his club, flinging off the blood, looked at the twisted corpse on the ground, and sighed softly, “Sharon Miller, may your soul find peace in the Land of Light.”

On the other side, the male undead was in slightly better shape—its body was still intact, but not by much. Its neck, arms, and legs were all broken, leaving it unable to balance, flailing desperately on the ground in all sorts of bizarre poses, like a clown performing tricks.

After dealing with the two undead, the short, stocky man spat on the ground and asked, “Big brother, what now?”

The blond man pondered for a moment, then said calmly, “The appearance of the undead means Fiona Carter has already sensed our presence. But he probably doesn’t know our exact location yet. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be two undead attacking us, but an army of the dead.”

“You’re right, big brother. But this damned valley has no exit at all. If this keeps up, we… we’ll be found eventually.” A trace of despair showed on the short, stocky man’s face.

The blond man remained steady: “If we can’t get out, we’ll keep maneuvering in the valley. We won’t give up until the very last moment! Fiona Carter has committed countless crimes—who knows how many people want him dead. Maybe one day, a strong one will come and twist his head off. Enough talk, we can’t stay in the cave. Let’s go.”

The two quickly left.

Logan Bennett glanced at the undead on the ground and chuckled, “The watchers are finally gone.”

Seeing the two turn to leave, he circled around from the other side of the rocks, avoiding the undead’s detection range, and quietly followed.

The two moved quickly, but clearly weren’t going all out. Logan Bennett was in pretty good shape and knew the terrain of the valley like the back of his hand. Though it was a bit of a struggle, he managed to barely keep up.

After about five or six minutes, they were already five or six hundred meters from where the undead had fallen—well beyond the undead’s detection range. Seeing the two figures ahead about to disappear, Logan Bennett simply called out, “Warriors, wait for me.”

The two figures ahead seemed startled, especially the short, stocky man, who tripped over a vine and fell flat on his face.

The other blond man spun around, glanced a few times, spotted Logan Bennett’s position, and immediately sprinted over.

This guy was unbelievably fast—one moment he was fifty or sixty meters away, the next, less than ten meters, and in another instant, he was right in front of Logan Bennett.