Red Moon

Standing in the church attic.

Lin An and Zhang Tie silently watched the night outside the dormer window.

From within the mist, monsters occasionally crawled past at terrifying speed.

Like turtles trapped in a jar.

The town's fractal structure resembled a nest of insects.

The Survivors who occasionally fled blindly toward the surrounding area were often dragged into the dense fog and devoured after a terrible scream.

The town's peace had been completely shattered.

Screams rang out endlessly, both near and far.

The slaughter hidden within the Black Mist seemed as though it would never stop.

"77%!"

The numbers jumped.

The death toll surged again.

Watching the shifting Inner World progress, Lin An raised his brows slightly.

The number of deaths had already become disconnected from the progress, though it made sense when he thought about it.

Those monsters prioritized hunting Awakened whose hands were stained with the blood of their own kind.

Therefore, the progress and the number of deaths did not completely match.

Once these people are all dead, will that be the Eighth Floor?

If almost everyone is wiped out, will that be the Ninth Floor?

With their strength already diminished by internal strife, hardly any Awakened from any war zone could resist the newly appeared monsters.

Head Spiders, "Nurses," Executioners, Human-faced Insects, Iron Pagodas...

The monsters that constantly spawned within the Inner World tormented the Survivors' fragile nerves until they were on the verge of collapse.

"People are dying way too fast..."

Beside Lin An, Bear Dunce stood there with his mouth open. After holding it in for a long while, he still did not know what to say, so he could only use that to express his current mood.

Only an hour had passed.

The major war zones had nearly been wiped out.

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