Hearing some commotion, these people were startled awake and opened their eyes wide to look over.
Staring at Su Yang for a moment, suddenly, one of them let out a hoarse roar, and the others jumped up and charged at Su Yang howling.
Seeing this situation, Su Yang felt his scalp prickling with fear.
How many of such people are there in here? Su Yang glanced around, estimating roughly over a thousand.
These people, like ghosts, were shrieking and plunging toward Su Yang. Judging by their demeanor, they seemed intent on biting through Su Yang's neck and draining every drop of his blood.
These dehydrated people, like those desperately thirsty in the desert, paid no heed to anything else, longing only to find something to drink. And the blood in Su Yang's body was the only water source they could find at the moment.
Seeing these people closing in menacingly, how could Su Yang dare delay? He immediately struck out, repelling the few at the forefront.
