The torrential rain abruptly stopped.
In its place came shrill, agonized screams.
The night wind swept in, carrying the stench of blood.
Bang!
The door suddenly burst open.
Blades flashed in a flurry.
Several cultivators swung their swords wildly, seemingly fighting something. The next second-
Splat!
A black, fleshy blade shot out.
Before the cultivator could swing his sword, it pierced straight through his head.
Blood splashed onto the window from the fist-sized hole, staining it scarlet.
And that fleshy blade, hard as iron, was actually a long tongue!
Even postapocalyptic zombies weren't this vicious!
The tongue moved so fast it became a blur. Within a breath, several cultivators collapsed together.
Every last one had been pierced through the throat!
The scene was so bloody and horrifying that Xiao Qinghe's stomach churned. He nearly vomited on the spot.
This wasn't a fucking drill!
These were real, living people!
His premonition of death reached its peak at that moment!
"Xiao Qinghe?" Xie Jun's eyelid twitched.
Xiao Qinghe's eyes were vacant, his fingers ice-cold, filling her with unease.
She cupped Xiao Qinghe's face, her hands trembling.
"Xiao Qinghe, look at me! You're all right. They're the ones who died, not you! Don't be afraid. I'm here. You won't die!"
Even she failed to notice how hoarse and shaky the reassurances she blurted out in one breath sounded.
Beyond the door, anguished screams rose one after another.
The casualties kept mounting.
Blood ran in rivers, and corpses littered the city.
Terrifying members of the Demon Clan scuttled like spiders, their limbs as thin and withered as sticks.
Those long, fleshy tongues could slice through iron like butter. One scraped the skin right off a living person's face.
"Aah!"
His face drenched in blood, the man screamed and fell downstairs, his fate unknown.
"Heh