At this moment, the people still did not know that this day would forever be engraved in their memories—something that would jolt them awake in nightmares and make their faces pale just from speaking of it. A massive blue whale, nearly a hundred meters long, was soaring across the sky.
Its eyes were rolled white, and its body was covered in web-like red veins. Out of pure curiosity, countless people looked up, calling friends over, taking out their phones to record the sight, their chatter noisy and chaotic. In his previous life, Luo Zhu had also been awakened by the noise outside.
When he opened his window and saw the flying whale, it was that very moment that allowed a corpse fish to bite him.
“Look, that whale’s mouth is opening so wide!” someone shouted.
The whale’s maw opened almost to a right angle, and from it spewed countless corpse-transformed fish. It was like the heavens were raining fish upon the enormous city, the corpse fish scattering to every corner. These fish had thin, translucent wings, though they could not truly fly—only glide.