The beasts were frantically smashing at the rooftop window, instinctively believing that their prey had disappeared from there, and if they broke it open, a feast awaited.
But the sturdy rooftop wasn't something they could easily smash through.
Yet even so, the loud banging from the pounding terrified the survivors inside the bus.
"Turn around! Turn around! Quickly, turn around!" Old Lin screamed desperately, but this wasn't something that could be fixed by shouting.
Though Wang Zhongyu was a skilled driver, it was mostly with small cars, and the bus, at this moment, was beyond his control.
After all, it was his first time driving a bus, and he was still getting used to all the operations, and with the current chaotic and dangerous situation, remaining calm was already commendable.
As time went by, the beasts seemed to realize that pounding on the roof was ineffective, so a few "Jumpers" began changing their attack strategy.
