The concrete of the Lower City District was soaked in blood, and the alloy bricks of the Upper City District were mottled with bloodstains. No matter how hard or heavy the downpour, it couldn't wash the blood away, couldn't rinse it clean.
At this moment, the cleanest, most orderly place was ironically the once-despised shantytown. Though the mud still reeked of a sour stench, the torrential rain had washed much of it away, and more importantly, there was no sign of blood.
"Keep pushing forward!!"
The shout was accompanied by a hysterical roar. Ji Bochang's left arm had been completely severed, but his right hand still clutched a nicked longsword. With slash after slash, blow after blow, he cut down the Cultists who swarmed forward relentlessly, like walking corpses.
City Hall sat in the very center of East Sea City, next to the city's largest public square. Simple defensive fortifications had now been erected there.
