They hurriedly moved the food, fearful that another second's delay would bring another attack.
Relentlessly, icy river water poured into the sides of the ship's cabin. Shen Wenchen and his group could do nothing but scramble to move the food out.
This was Yan City's life-saving food ration; not a grain of it could be lost.
In the shadows lurked the monsters, their unblinking eyes fixated on their movements, seemingly analyzing whether to attack or not.
Those outside the city had already been devoured almost to the last. If they didn't storm the city soon, food for everyone would become scarcer.
Considering their comrade, who just got his face blasted, they held back their intentions for now.
What that thing was, they still did not know.
The burnt bluish-grey skin peeled away, revealing raw, crimson flesh underneath. Its yellow layer of fat gradually whitened, making it look disgustingly nauseating.