In the midst of the strong warriors' shouting, survivors peeking out from both sides of the street quickly withdrew their heads, not daring to look any longer. The continual sound of "pat pat pat pat" as windows were closed satisfied the vanity within the hearts of the warriors below. This feeling was akin to reaching max level in a game and strolling through the beginner's area.
Those admiring eyes screaming 'big shots' almost made one feel intoxicated with celestial elation.
"And you guys, look..."
At that moment, a new human stronghouse turned his head to the other side just as a window opened, revealing a face that seemed to make all the colors of the world fade in comparison. The words stuck in his throat halfway through his shout, stopping abruptly. In that instant, his mind, his heart, his eyes, were all filled with that face—soon, more and more of the strong warriors saw that peerless visage and, as if struck by lightning, were frozen in place.
