Beneath the cover of night, moonlight bathed the earth. The streets looked like a living purgatory, strewn with burning, exploded vehicles and fallen corpses—a truly horrifying sight.
Every now and then, the crying of children could be heard, piercing the ghost-town atmosphere with pure despair.
Qiuyun Yuhe gripped Asuramaru tightly in his hand, moving swiftly and cautiously through the shadows.
Chapter 18