Yin Kuang and the other four safely met up with Wei Ming's group at Lincoln Square. There was no joy at being reunited. After exchanging silent glances, all that remained was a deep sigh.
In Lincoln Square beneath the torrential rain, more than a dozen youths stood silently, letting the rain batter their bodies.
The shadow of death hung over the hearts of every surviving student in Class 1204, magnifying every negative emotion without end.
Deep despair, deep helplessness, deep fear... filled the heart of every surviving student.
Only thirty-eight hours had passed, yet nearly half the students were already dead. Wang Ning was missing as well, and was likely doomed. The tragic state in which every classmate had died remained vivid in their minds.
Even Li Shuangmu, Yin Kuang, and the others, whose minds were strong and resolute, could not squeeze out even the slightest sense of security.
Yin Kuang in particular had those "three" death designs hanging over him like a sword suspended by a strand of hair, poised above his head as if it could fall at any moment. Yet the longer it delayed, the more it made him nervous about everything he did. Just like earlier: if he had chased after him with all his strength, he certainly could have stopped Tang Zhaotian. But he had been afraid that Death would suddenly attack him, so he could only watch Tang Zhaotian flee with bitter resentment.
Yin Kuang felt that if he had been any more fragile, he might have been driven insane already!
"This won't do! If we lose the courage to live, then we're truly doomed. Don't you all agree?" Tang Rouyu stepped forward and broke the dead silence. "We can't go on like this. Otherwise, before Death kills us, we'll drag ourselves to death