They are laughing, though no sound emanates from those cold, exquisite faces, but 042 can feel it as he meets their hollow gazes.
These ominous guests, beings resembling Angels, are mocking him, mocking everyone resisting here.
"Always the same, these guys are always up high, as if we are livestock raised by them."
The elderly man looks up at those Angels, the burning light illuminating his face.
"But now it's different, you're surprised too, aren't you? Once Hunters, now hunted by us weak ones."
The sharp screeches continue incessantly, Shangdafeng Demon Hunters have long seen the Angels appear, and before they fully formed their bodies, they commenced the hunt.
Blood-stained bodies keep falling, decaying blood swooping down as torrential rain, baptizing everyone from top to bottom.
042 watches in horror, then his gaze slowly shifts to the elderly man, who seems to feel his gaze and gives 042 a ghastly smile.
"They are those guys, aren't they?"
