On the streets of the West Third Ring, the night was lit up like day by the flames of incendiary bombs, visible clearly even from several kilometers away.
At the edge of a shattered floor-to-ceiling window in an abandoned high-rise, Wei Ba, Sesame Paste, and Si Si sat watching the towering flames in the distance.
Since spore concentration diminished with altitude, they had chosen to camp on the fiftieth floor.
Although mutants also wandered through this building, there was no hatchery or brood nest here. Most of them were scattered throughout different areas rather than clustered together or clogging the stairwells, so coming up through the emergency stairs had not been too difficult.
It had merely taken some time.
"Whoa! Such a huge fire!" Reflected in the raging blaze, Wei Ba's eyes sparkled.
This was far more thrilling than watching fireworks!
Sesame Paste asked, "Is there... a war going on over there?"
Si Si said, "Probably. The tide seems to be advancing on every front, not just the northern outskirts. Logically, the situation around the West Third Ring should be even worse."
Sesame Paste pressed her hands together.
"I hope everyone's okay."
The explosions over there had not stopped since the sun went down.
At first, four planes had swept overhead. Then rows of fires erupted, swallowing the streets strewn with ruins whole.
The ground forces had probably moved in afterward.
Boulder City's mercenaries and the tide clashed fiercely among the ruins, with tracer rounds flashing now and then.
Rou Rou also wanted to watch, but he was afraid of heights and did not dare approach the edge of the building. He could only look from afar.
Ya Ya and Teng Teng were cooking, making several NPCs nearby drool and swallow repeatedly.
Besides the guard named Xu Shun, they had