Thud, thud, thud.

The footsteps of people wearing metallic warboots broke the dead silence in Newlight City. Every time their metallic warboots touched the ground, blood would splash in all directions, resembling the blossoming of a dark-red flower. Occasionally, drops of blood would land on the warboots. Following which, the drops of blood would slide silently to the ground like dewdrops falling off lotus leaves.

The warboots thus remained spotlessly clean and the footsteps remained synchronized.

The brick pavement of the street was soaked with blood. If one looked down from the sky, he or she would see the bloody pavement extend to the end of the city. The blood color of the street was dazzling. The street was filled with puddles of blood, resembling puddles of water that were left behind by a downpour. However, instead of the pleasant after-rain aroma, the air was filled with a choking, bloody stench.

Those people walked silently through the empty, bloody street, looking as if t