A monster as tall as a three-story building was rampaging in the south of the city.
The monster's head was as large as a teacup, and it roared madly. The lingering hatred made it blind. It didn't know why it had ended up like this. Clearly, it had done nothing wrong—yet now it had nothing, not even its enemies. The corpse before it had long been devoured; as a monster, it could no longer turn back.
Blood-soaked hatred drove it completely mad, so it threw large amounts of pouches and silver needles, casting this hatred evenly upon everyone in sight.
Of course, to this teacup-headed monster, those were just pouches and silver needles, but to ordinary people, the silver needles were as big as spears, and the pouches filled with rotten flesh were much larger than sacks. A direct hit meant instant death.
In no time, the entire south of Jiankang City was strewn with dead and injured, and the residents fled in panic.
"Monsters are on the rampage again!"
