The entire Kremlin complex was completely overrun with ghouls, everywhere their jumping, chasing figures could be seen. Tang Zheng and the others were like a lone boat in a violent storm, their only option was to run for their lives.
Gunfire was rampant, but it did nothing to quell them, every moment saw young soldiers lagging behind being pounced on by those particularly fast ghouls. Then, a dozen more would swarm over their prey, ripping and chewing, completely devouring the unlucky guy, even licking up the fresh blood splashed on the ground.
Thanks to them not pursuing and harassing the group continually, there was still a distance of dozen of meters between Tang Zheng's group and the main force of the ghouls.
Thousand of ghouls were continuously roaring from their degenerated vocal cords, dropping the atmospheric pressure significantly. A sense of suffocation and oppression swept across the square, causing everyone to tremble with fear.
