Bullets were loaded, and the ammo belts were also replaced; everyone was ready for a fight to the death.
However, at this moment, the group of dead suddenly fell to the ground, returning to the state they should be in, while the black monsters fell apart, like disassembled blocks.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, eerily quiet, making people tense. Wang Ye gripped his gunstock tightly; he hated this kind of atmosphere—it felt like the suffocating few seconds before a bomb's timer hit zero.
At this point, the civilians on the open ground to the right of the squad suddenly knelt down, arms stretched wide, gazing up at the sky, muttering words.
Everyone looked up at the sky, where between the red and black illuminated by firelight, a silhouette floated and slowly descended toward the ground.
"Oh... fuck..." Price muttered.
