Yang Jian and Ye Zhen suddenly turned on the rooftop, staring intently toward the outskirts of Dajing City.
"The wind's picking up?" Ye Zhen frowned.
In the darkness, the wind rose.
It was no ordinary natural wind, but a sinister gust laden with the pungent stench of corpses and decay.
It moved incredibly fast.
Within just a few breaths, the gale had swept across the skies over all of Dajing City.
A vast blue-black haze came howling in with the wind.
Eerie grayish-yellow sand swirled within that sinister wind.
The windblown sand swept through the streets on the outskirts of Dajing City.
A chilling sight unfolded.
The lush trees lining both sides of the streets withered the instant the sand touched them, their leaves turning yellow and curling.
Their trunks shriveled and split at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was as though every drop of moisture and every trace of life had been sucked out of them in an instant!
But that was not the most terrifying part.
Deep within the blue-black haze, densely packed grayish-blue shadows crawled rapidly across the ground.
They were infants with pitch-black eyes and no pupils!
Their numbers were staggering. Thousands upon thousands of ghost infants swarmed like locusts into the major city, which already had a population of nearly ten million.
On the outskirts of Dajing City, countless ordinary people still fleeing the earlier supernatural events ran straight into those monsters.
A middle-aged man stared in terror at the grayish-blue infant crawling toward him and instinctively raised his foot to kick it.
But he stood higher than the ghost infant crawling on the ground.
The rule was triggered: Ghost Pressure!
A teeth-grating crunch of shattering bones rang out.
It was as though an invisible hydraulic press had clamped down on the