The torrential rain was like a huge basin of water being poured from the heavens onto the earth. The rain formed a solid curtain, dense and violent, enveloping the entire Great Wall Defense Line.
Inside the Quarantine Camp, the infected who had been pinned to the ground by ink lines had originally seen the red pustules on their faces gradually fade as the rainwater submerged them. Suddenly, they began snarling restlessly.
Their eyes were bloodshot, their mouths slightly open. The Blood Eyes on their faces emitted a faint red glow and became vivid once more.
"What's going on?"
Rain battered Zhong Yan's shoulders. Seeing the scene before him, he felt an ominous premonition slowly rise in his heart.
Xu Mo walked over to him and said grimly, "The power within them is growing stronger and stronger. It seems they're rapidly entering the next stage of the Blood-Eye Plague."
"???"
"Didn't Lincon say he was trying to sever the medium? Why are things still developing in an even worse direction?"
Zhong Yan stared at the several infected who were snarling the loudest. They looked like wild beasts, their eyes bulging with rage. Their canine teeth seemed to have grown longer, and they were trying to break free from the ink lines' control.
"How long can you maintain your ability?" Zhong Yan asked.
"Don't worry. If I can't even restrain them, then I've become the person in charge of Great Cang City for nothing." Xu Mo paused. "I'm just worried about what's happening over there."
As he spoke, he looked toward the tallest building in the city.
That building was like a lighthouse in the darkness, standing firm amid the violent wind and rain. The light flashing at its summit flickered between bright and dim, as though it were undergoing intense fluctuations.