Chapter 17: A Night of Chaos
Soon, Zhou Hong muttered a curse under her breath, stomped her foot fiercely, and raced toward the direction where Gao Bo had vanished.
Chen Li opened his mouth but, in the end, didn't make any sound.
Under the bright moonlight of late night, the entire shantytown was tumultuous.
Everyone was running, excitement, restlessness, and distortion etched on the faces of the crowd.
This didn't appear to be a mere escape from disaster but rather a rush to a feast they couldn't wait to join.
Explosions continued in the distance, as if the heavens and earth were boiling over.
Chen Li stood dazed for a while, watching as the number of people on the streets dwindled, then followed suit, trudging along in a daze. After all, running with the majority always brought a sense of safety.
The crowd wasn't running to the wilderness but toward the direction of the market district.
After about fifteen minutes.
The blood-red glow enveloping the market was already within sight.
Above the edge of the market, several huge Flying Boats of different styles and bizarre appearances, radiating mana as substantial as spiritual power, floated mid-air. Attacks like thunderbolts were ceaselessly fired at the market engulfed in red light, producing continuous explosions.