The blaring of horns echoed through the long streets, and the city that once prided itself on running with mechanical precision descended into chaos once again. Private cars and taxis collided with each other, while RVs desperately tried to carve out an escape route.
Everyone was frantically fleeing because more and more people noticed the white-robed ghost shadows moving along the streets. Those who couldn't see these creatures also felt that disaster was impending. After all, having experienced experimental body attacks before, everyone thought Tokyo had been restless these past few months, and they wondered whether the next script had Mount Fuji erupting.
Gu Jianlin strode through the streets, and the white-robed people he passed by all lifted their heads, their eerie deep blue pupils fixed on him, only for their heads to be blown to pieces by a whistling black flash in the next instant.
The booming sound rolled forth, and the earphones buzzed with a cacophony of noise.
