Yao Shui City, night.

Deafening explosions echoed through the night sky, followed by a series of gunshots. Gunfire and artillery merged into one, and thick black smoke billowed from the ground.

An hour ago, the Sky Eye Association had already sealed off the scene. The entire area had been cleared, and bystanders were kept far away. Outside the defense line, rows of low walls and tunnels intertwined, with wooden boxes and sandbags providing cover for the shooters. Machine guns and heavy artillery poured firepower into the black smoke, striking the twisted creatures in the darkness.

A loud noise tore through the battlefield, and explosions and gun smoke filled the air. In the darkness, arcs of light appeared, but they couldn't stop the pervasive scent of death.