Darkness Descends

At the same moment, everyone in the city heard that familiar yet eerie voice. They looked up one after another, listening to that cold, firm, and murderous tone: "Let us carve out a bloody path!"

"Victory or death!"

Nie Yun's eyes widened almost instantly as he looked up at the ceiling. It's here, it's here—Sister Zhao is here!

Outside, the knocking stopped, and footsteps retreated rapidly. Panic-stricken people on the streets looked up, and the volunteers watching the lights raised their heads from the corners. Pushing and shoving turned into embraces; they grabbed their companions, forming groups of dozens, and raised their flashlights toward the sky.

"Yes, yes, we should unite! Stop running around, quickly, everyone gather together!"

"Stand close, everyone! Raise your lights, raise them! The monsters are afraid of light—"

"That's right! We're going to die anyway, might as well die for something meaningful!"

"Damn it, I'm going all out!"

The chaotic crowd seemed to suddenly find their backbone. People who had been running and screaming aimlessly finally saw the companions beside them. They were strangers, yet at this moment, they huddled together. Bright clusters of light appeared all over the city. Screams of terror turned into angry shouts. They picked up whatever weapons they could find—wooden sticks, glass, fruit knives, kitchen knives, meat cleavers—and pointed them at the empty air. On the high-rises lining the streets, people secretly opened their curtains and threw white powder down—flour, wall plaster—which drifted down, outlining the twisted, transparent forms of the monsters.

"Ahhh, damn monsters, die, die, die—"

"Throw it! Smash them, smash them!"

Heaps of miscellaneous items were hurled at the Blood-Spraying Monsters. Of course, such damage was like a mayfly trying to topple a tree. More and more objects were thrown, yet the monsters remained unscathed. From the high-rises,