A few minutes ago, outside the dome, the heroes were still finding a way to penetrate the green barrier. Although their methods weren't working, it was better than doing nothing; with each ticking second, a student or civilian could lose their life.
Things were already bad enough, and nobody wanted it to escalate further. When they saw the red-haired boy gaining the upper hand in the fight, all the heroes present had a flicker of hope. Although the boy was doing things that defied logic, they didn't care.
What mattered was him defeating Bijor. If he could take care of the powerful white-haired man, half of their problem would be solved. This had indeed been their thought process until they saw Bijor do something they had never anticipated.
He turned every single civilian that had been under the rain. Somehow, the blood rain had slithered into their mouths, and now they were savage creatures no different from the fleshy monsters.
