"Moo—"
The screeching roar echoed between the tall, endless buildings.
The violent rain slid down like blood, splashing spots of bloody mist.
The air was permeated with some inexplicable atmosphere, and the twisted ferocity gradually spread along with the dissipating water vapor.
Spots of scarlet covered the pupils of pedestrians waiting by the roadside, and they turned to look at the surrounding people, their faces gradually twisting into madness.
"What is this?" Standing on the rooftop of a small tavern, the red-haired woman furrowed her brow tightly, suppressing the violent emotions surging from the depths of her heart, "Some kind of mental influence?"
"This is the Dark Lizard's ability." The elderly man in front of her slightly raised his head at this moment, turned his gaze to the south.
Waves of invisible ripples rose in multiple parts of the city, seemingly responding to this scarlet ferocity, but quickly dissipating.
