The young cultivator's face twisted. He tried to cut off his own shoulder with his sword, but his hand stopped halfway.
Gray veins had already spread to his neck.
The cultivator beside him kicked him away, but it was already too late.
The bitten young cultivator landed on the ground, then immediately crawled up and rushed back at his own group.
The defense line shook.
Rovan slowed for half a step.
Beatrice hit his shoulder. "Don't go there."
"I wasn't going there."
"You looked like you were."
"I looked because they had a barrier!"
"A slaughterhouse barrier! ."
Rovan's mouth closed.
The barrier around the shelter shook as several infected threw themselves against it.
Inside the shelter, people were pushing each other. Some tried to close the gate. Some tried to enter.
Then someone inside screamed.
A man who had hidden his bite suddenly fell down. His body shook on the floor.
The people around him froze.
