All across Anshan City, the Black Blood Species froze, their faces twisting with greed.
Some Black Blood Species that had been in the middle of feeding now found the bloody meal in their mouths bland and tasteless.
It was like a starving man finding a bowl of plain rice to fill his stomach, only to be presented with a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast. In comparison, the rice became as difficult to swallow as stones.
...
Inside a shopping mall, window panes were shattered, littering the floor.
Cowering in a corner deep inside was a group of terrified ordinary people.
They didn't know what had happened. They had only heard screams from within the gray fog, followed by silence.
Survival instinct had driven them to huddle together, but they were unaware that two figures stood just a few dozen meters away.
One was a skinny man holding a long saber; the other was short and stout, carrying a long rod on his back.
