Xia Qian and the others looked at Wu Tian, confused by what he was saying. After getting dressed, Wu Tian led them straight out, not even bothering to glance at Li Xiaolu's corpse on the floor.
Outside, the sky was filled with a dense swarm of bats.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
They shrieked chaotically over Yang City. The scene was eerie and terrifying.
These bats were much larger than ordinary ones, with blood-red eyes and bared fangs. Although it was daytime in Yang City, the sky was so darkened by the bats that it seemed like twilight—either a sunless dawn or the moments just after sunset.
The people of Yang City stared up at the sky, their faces filled with horror. People stopped on their way to work, and even patients ran out from hospitals to see. The sky, completely obscured by a frenzy of bats, presented a terrifying sight that made one's scalp crawl. It was a scene straight out of an apocalyptic movie.
