Drunk Like a Celestial

The world brightened once more.

Countdown 168:00:00.

"Hold the line!"

Xiao San spat out the miniature grenade in his mouth and muttered.

There was no time for everyone to shake off the sense of estrangement from the world that came with crossing over.

The Rat Tide before them dragged everyone back to reality in a single second!

Before the defensive line in the Lower Three Districts, the Rat Tide continued to grow. Mixed among them were countless black-furred rats that had just arrived, faster and stronger than the previous ones.

Xiao San frowned.

Even before their return, the defensive line had already begun to loosen. Now, things had only gotten worse.

Family members, gang members, and refugees who had come to help at the frontline fell one after another. These were still F-class rats. No matter how small they were, ordinary people could not deal with them easily.

Those refugees without combat experience could swing their blades with all their strength and still fail to catch even a glimpse of the rats.

At that moment, Xiao San suddenly realized that the Rat Tide had reached its complete form. This was their final assault!

Hold out, and live.

Fail to hold out, and die!

Qing Chen had specifically warned Xiao San: after this crossing, the million rats that had surrounded Iodine and the others would definitely shift toward the Lower Three Districts' defensive line. That would be the hardest time to endure.

Thinking of this, Xiao San immediately turned to the Time Walkers and shouted, "Bring all the grenades to the frontline! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Under the baffled gazes of the refugees, the Time Walkers spat grenades out of their mouths one after another. Even children under twelve were helping carry grenades.

They gathered the grenades together and carried them to