London was just ahead.
Soaring above the clouds, he gazed at the red-glowing city on the distant horizon. Fang Zheng flapped his wings, flying swiftly towards London.
However, Fang Zheng did not feel comfortable.
For some unknown reason, his spirit resonated more and more with this world to the extent that now Fang Zheng could hear the continuous whispers emanating from his mind.
There were cries, screams, pleas for mercy, and cheers.
"No, don't come near me, aaaah!!"
"Help, help! Save my child!!"
"Mom!! Let go of my mom! Ah—don't bite me, it hurts! It hurts!"
"Hahaha, fresh flesh, fresh flesh!"
"Kill to your heart's content, eat to your heart's content! This world belongs to us!"
