The snow flurries falling from the sky were suddenly swept apart by a fierce wind. Embedded within the fleshy walls of the bronze palace were countless withered corpses, some still clad in modern clothing. A few were even wearing the school uniforms of Peak City Second High, clutching mobile phones in their hands. Every face was frozen in an expression of sheer terror.
"Bastards!"
Lin Lan took in the horrific sight. As a member of the Night Watchers and a product of their doctrine of order, he had been taught since childhood that, no matter how intense the internal conflicts within the Ether Association might be, one thing was absolutely forbidden.
That was involving ordinary people in transcendent events.
Even the people of the You Ying Group wouldn't stoop to such a level.
