While Wolf Fang Base was experiencing an event that would soon shock every base, Yin City was also locked in a race against time. The Black Rain continued to fall without pause, no weaker than when it first appeared after the earthquake, still heavy enough to wash over the entire city and vast surrounding areas.
The virus that had not been dealt with in time continued to seep into the ground and air through that strange black liquid. Even in the city center, where the rain was relatively lighter, people had gradually begun to turn into zombies.
The two thousand rescued survivors, led by He Feng, began moving southwest from the city center. They moved slowly, at a pace nearly as slow as a turtle's crawl. There was no formation whatsoever; the two thousand people stretched into a procession longer than five thousand. For those who were barely any different from the dead, simply following the group forward was already a miracle.
Silence. Vast stretches of deathly quiet extended from the front of the procession all the way to the rear. Not a single person spoke. Their gazes were numb and devoid of emotion. Even when someone began showing signs of turning into a zombie because of the Black Rain, no one reacted in the slightest.
There was not even fear!
It was as if they had already cast life and death aside. No matter what they saw, their faces remained numb, like those of the dead!
He Feng had nearly gone mad over the past few days. With a cold expression, he walked beside Lu Bingze at the edge of the procession, trying his best not to look at these "living dead."
Lu Bingze, on the other hand, looked completely unconcerned. Faced with this prolonged oppressive atmosphere, he simply