It had been a full seven days since Yang Jian disappeared.
A lot could change in seven days.
For instance, the area of Dachang City that had fallen was growing ever larger, spreading from the city center to nearly the entire city.
The whole city was shrouded in darkness, reeking of death.
No one knew how many people had died in the darkness during this time, nor how many desperate and terrifying things had happened. Yet survivors still remained in every corner of the city.
Because seven days ago.
When Wang Xiaoming saw the changes in Yang Jian's corpse, he believed he had glimpsed a ray of hope. He chose to reveal the transformation pattern of the third-stage Ghost Infant and had the Ghost Tamer Headquarters broadcast it throughout the city.
Although the power was out.
There were still people in the city. After all, the terror had not begun that long ago. Most people were still alive, and some emergency rescue efforts could still be carried out.
At great cost, the broadcast still rang out across the urban area and was spread by all possible means, telling surviving residents to hide somewhere, not look, not make any noise, and above all, not touch that thing.
This allowed many residents to survive.
But it was merely drinking poison to quench thirst.
After seven days, with no water, no electricity, and dwindling food supplies, they still could not hold out much longer.
Even if they were not killed, they would starve or die of thirst in some corner.
"Still no news?"
At the command center outside Dachang City, Cao Yanhua slammed his fist against the conference table. He had grown more irritable by the day, yet the observers and liaison officers responsible for Dachang City had sent back no news at