Zheng Yimeng was practically dragged along by Zhao Cheng. They ran for about fifty meters before she finally came back to herself, her whole body going limp—yet Zhao Cheng kept hold of her.
"Get up! Run!"
Zhao Cheng roared.
He had already realized that what was happening this time differed from his previous dream, but none of that mattered anymore.
Because these monsters were killing people too.
While Zhao Cheng was dragging Zheng Yimeng away, the noodle shop owner's wife had also died beneath the blade. Before her death, she had tried to throw her arms around the monster to buy time instead of running away...
At that moment, many people going about their business on the street still had no idea what had happened. They had only felt the ground shake just now, and then the sky had turned blood-red.
More accurately, it was a blood-red dome.
Some people were taking pictures, while others were shouting, asking why their phones had no signal.
Zhao Cheng looked around and saw, in the distance, that the black, insect-like monster had emerged from the noodle shop. Blood still dripped from its blade.
Instead, Zhao Cheng had calmed down somewhat. His thoughts were racing countless times faster than usual. He did not know whether he had unleashed some hidden potential and sent his adrenaline surging, but in any case, his mind had never been so active. Even the world itself seemed to have slowed down.
But that eruption of potential had not erased his fear. Zhao Cheng could clearly feel the terror in his heart, yet at the same time, another force within him seemed to be pushing that fear to the very edge of his mind.
"The monsters seem to emerge from the shadows, and they prioritize hunting the nearest people..."
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