Time had swiftly advanced to the next morning.
However, the skies above the five mass graves remained densely covered with dark clouds, with distant thunder rumbling and the sky pitch black, making it nearly impossible to see one's own fingers.
The thick clouds, like a gigantic lid, firmly smothered the entire camp underneath.
The "Human Nest Plague Furnace" continued to wail piteously, and the skin-stripping "Plague Demons" within their bellies feasted upon their flesh and grew to about the size of rats.
The thick, lingering stench of decay around the pits grew increasingly suffocating.
Staying here for long enough made Wang Yuan feel a terrifying illusion, as if he had been marinated in the smell himself.
"We can't wait any longer. The fatality rate of a common rat plague can reach between thirty to fifty percent, the longer we delay, the more powerful this 'plague bomb' becomes.
We have only a short day left before the Promotion Ceremony, we must act before tonight!"
