The sudden change caught Chen Jing off guard, and a flash of astonishment passed through her eyes beneath the brim of her hat. Her deep red hair fluttered lightly in the evening breeze, and her first instinct was to reach for the communicator in her pocket, wanting to make sure the other person was still alive.
It was hard to imagine that the spirited young man could also make a mistake, but his opponents were slaves controlled by rotting brains after all, and accidents should be expected.
But she didn't get the chance to use that communicator.
The sound of the horn in the silence was so loud, it sounded like the prayers of countless believers gathered together, yet it struck her soul as heavily as a sledgehammer.
