"Victims?"
"How so?"
The old man who had been about to kneel to Luo Yan looked at the monsters' bodies, still unable to believe that these people had actually been residents of Yi Town.
Luo Yan shook his head, unwilling to say more. Instead, he asked, "Who among you knows how to drive?"
At once, hands shot up. Luo Yan counted them. Not bad—more than a dozen people knew how to drive.
"These vehicles can still be driven. Take them east and leave this place first."
"There's a Surface Base to the east. Stay there for now. If the base personnel question you, tell them the Strategic Affairs Department sent you."
"Personnel from the Strategic Affairs Department will come looking for you later. We'll provide assistance and find a way to settle everyone down."
After hearing Luo Yan say this, the people finally relaxed. They got into the vehicles and drove away.
Only after watching them leave did Luo Yan turn toward the western sky. The thick clouds there were as dark as ink, with lightning flashing and thunder rolling.
The air between heaven and earth churned. It seemed Bai Qixue and the Heavenly Ghost were still fighting.
Luo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. He still did not know what the Heavenly Ghost's objective was, but with Zheng Jie and the others dead, the sacrificial killing had failed.
Whatever its many objectives might have been, the Heavenly Ghost had ultimately drawn water with a bamboo basket—gaining nothing.
In today's battle, he was an outsider. He had never intended to risk entering the fray.
Thus, he rested his hand on his sword, sat cross-legged, and patiently waited for the result.
Within the city, thunderous sounds rang out without pause.
Building after building toppled as if pushed down by invisible giant hands,