The streets were littered with corpses, and pools of blood converged. Triangular Eyes, terrified out of his wits, never expected that none of his companions could withstand Tang Zheng for even a second, not even the Level 1 Heroes, who were also instantly killed.
Triangular Eyes flitted through the steel jungle like a rabbit shot in the butt, desperately fleeing for his life. He didn't even dare to look back, fearing that any delay would lead to his capture.
An Indonesian man, while fleeing, waved his hand and shot speckled arrows at the bus, hoping to restrain Tang Zheng.
Bang, bang, arrows dense as Hornets pierced through the iron walls of the bus. More than a dozen newbies who hadn't managed to squeeze out were out of luck—they were shot into a beehive, turning the carriage into a blood and flesh mill, with the thick stench of blood drifting about.
