"Join our noble Blood Clan..."
Jia Tu blurred forward and arrived before Chen Muyan in the blink of an eye. His claws swung down at him.
His sharp nails tore through the air, producing a series of sonic booms.
Chen Muyan looked dazed and instinctively tried to dodge, but he was still half a beat too slow. A sharp pain tore through his chest as a huge gash was ripped open.
Blood gushed from the wound in streams.
He staggered back several steps before collapsing onto the cold ground again.
The Mutant Virus had completely seeped into his bones.
"Now you can go slaughter your former kind."
Standing over him, Jia Tu spoke with amusement. He hated hypocritical humans most of all. What justice was there? What protection? It was all something they had made up to comfort themselves.
Once infected with the Mutant Virus, they could cast aside those hollow notions.
"Brother Muyan!"
The humans behind him grew even more worried. A few girls had already begun to sob.
"Brother Muyan... get up!"
"You can definitely defeat the Blood Clan!"
"Don't let the virus infect you!"
"..."
The people prayed silently, but when they looked up, their hearts lurched with fear.
Chen Muyan's eyes had turned completely crimson.
He lay prone on the ground, his breathing growing increasingly rapid like an enraged bull. A powerful thirst for blood rose within him.
"No... I can't do this."
The last remnants of his reason kept warning him.
But the Mutant Virus was far too tyrannical. Back then, even Wang Dayong had been unable to resist the urge to bite those he had risked his life to protect.
Everything in Chen Muyan's vision was dyed red. Reason was gradually suppressed by desire as he slowly rose to his feet and faced the