At the same time, inside Jiangcheng.
The defensive line at Central Square had fallen back to the final cordon. Chen Zhenshan's combat uniform had seven or eight tears in it, the wound on his left arm was deep enough to expose bone, and the blade in his right hand had three or four chips in its edge. Every swing sent a shrill whistle through the air.
Only six reserve team members remained behind him. All of them were panting heavily, their weapon-bearing hands trembling nonstop, but not one stepped back.
Behind them lay tens of thousands of unconscious citizens. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Su Qianxue's lips were pale, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead.
As one of the main fighters, she had been sharing the pressure on the others, and her superpower was nearly exhausted. Every time she raised her hand to tear open a spatial rift, a violent headache struck, and her body hurt as though it were burning.
But she could not stop. Any breach in the defensive line could let the walking corpses break through to the rear, and those unconscious citizens could not withstand any assault.
She desperately squeezed out a few strands of superpower, slicing the eerie creatures charging toward her into fragments along with the ground beneath their feet.
More eerie creatures were pouring in along the three main roads. As far as the eye could see, dark purple eerie markings had spread across the densely packed bodies. At least a hundred thousand citizens had already been transformed.
High above, the battle between Tie Wuya and Yinshuang continued. Tie Wuya's iron sword shattered seven layers of Yinshuang's ice walls, only for her Ice Spear to pierce his left calf.
Sword Aura had torn away most of Yinshuang's dark