The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 674

**Chapter 674: Things Took a Turn**

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted dramatically; Theresa materialized right in front of Clara, a fierce determination radiating from her.

**Slap!**

The sound echoed like a thunderclap, reverberating through the air as Theresa’s hand connected with Clara’s cheek, sending her sprawling backward. The speed of the action was so rapid that Harrance stood frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just occurred.

“I’ve encountered countless mistresses before, but none have displayed such outrageous arrogance as you!” Theresa’s voice was laced with venom, her patience wearing thin. She hadn’t planned to engage in this confrontation, but Clara’s provocations had crossed a line.

With a fierce grip, Theresa seized Clara by the collar, delivering a barrage of slaps that seemed to resonate with the very injustice of the situation.

“You think you can just waltz in and ruin someone’s life while pretending to be the victim? You cloak your vile actions in the guise of love, but let me ask you this: why is Lily’s love deemed wrong while yours is celebrated? How dare you play innocent? You’re nothing but a despicable thief! All you excel at is stealing other people’s partners, and yet you have the audacity to make such claims. You are utterly revolting!”

**Slap! Slap! Slap!**

“Stop!”

It was only when Clara’s face was left swollen and bruised, a testament to Theresa’s fury, that Harrance finally snapped out of his stupor. His expression darkened, rage boiling within him, and a flicker of fire ignited in his palm as he prepared to retaliate.

But Theresa was quicker. Without hesitation, she launched a powerful kick straight into his chest.

“You’re just as much of a scoundrel!”

The force of her kick sent Harrance flying backward, hurtling over ten meters before crashing into a freshly dug pit, the impact echoing through the air. The flame in his hand was extinguished, snuffed out by the sheer force of the blow.

“Clara’s actions are disgusting, but you are no better! Do you even realize that she has been in love with you for fifteen long years? If you hadn’t led her on with your hollow promises, she wouldn’t have had a chance to succeed in her twisted games! I pity your wife, who has sacrificed so much for you all these years. Had I known what a loathsome person you are, I wouldn’t have lifted a finger to save you, even if your wife begged me!”

Harrance clutched his chest, pain radiating through him as he glared at Theresa, who still held Clara by the neck, a fierce protector ready to unleash more wrath if necessary.

Theresa’s eyes turned icy as she approached him, dragging the battered Clara along.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you agree with my assessment?”

Harrance bit down on his lip, words failing him as the anger and resentment swirled within him like a tempest.

Like a dam bursting, the previously contained horde surged forward, a relentless wave of flesh and hunger charging down the tunnel lined with steel cables. Several cables snapped under the pressure as the horde advanced, now mere moments away from the last third of the tunnel.

Without a second thought, Theresa teleported to the entrance, her voice ringing out with urgency. “Keep digging the tunnel!”

In that critical moment, everyone sprang into action. Those who had yet to finish their meals abandoned their food, grabbing shovels with a renewed sense of purpose. Quentin and the injured Dave, despite their wounds, rushed to lend their strength.

Standing alone at the entrance, Theresa knew she had to hold the line.

Her gaze swept over the fraying steel cables, and she calculated that they could withstand the onslaught for no more than half an hour. At the current pace, they would require at least three more hours to complete the tunnel.

She had to endure.

With determination, Theresa retrieved a stack of steel plates from her storage space, using them to fortify the entrance, buying them at least another hour of precious time.

Next, she strategically placed a circle of landmines around the entrance, a deadly warning to any who dared to approach.

As she set the traps, the others dug with fervor, their survival hinging on the strength of their combined efforts.