At this moment, many of the Corpse Ghouls had crimson blood smeared across their mouths, looking utterly terrifying. Their hollow eyes flickered with a dim light like will-o'-wisps. Their garments were long since in rags, and deathly aura surged across their entire bodies in dense, suffocating waves, pressing inward like a gloomy mist. They seemed to have crawled straight from the eighteenth level of hell, consumed by a desperate craving for the world of the living. Cruel and unrelenting, they looked like ghostly soldiers—ruthless demons of death that would seize and tear apart any living person they laid eyes on.
"Kill!"
The people of Tianxing City roared, unleashing their full strength. They were already reeking of the foul stench of rotting residue from the Corpse Ghouls. Moving among the horde with sweeping, untamed momentum, every single one of them fought like a hunting lion.
Chapter 70