Yuche glanced at me but I ignored him.
The last big cluster came from the far edge of the yard, drawn by the light or the men or whatever stupid zombie instinct made them think walking into a fire tornado was a good idea.
They pushed forward in a loose mass, too many for Chenghai to handle physically and too spread out for Yuche to drop before they reached the burn zone.
"Zhenlan," I said.
"I see them."
"Good. Then do something about it. Widen first, then tighten."
The wind shifted and the tornado opened just enough to catch the wide edge of the group, dragging smoke and flame toward them before tightening again.
Lingyun shoved more heat into it at the same time, his hands trembling so badly I could see it from inside, but he didn't stop.
The whole front lawn lit up and for a few seconds, I couldn't see anything but fire.
Then the bodies started dropping.
One after another.
The smell was awful.
