323 Cruel Angel

In the midst of shouts, one black-clad warrior after another soared into the air.

Gradually, human voices diminished, only empty balconies and desolate decks remained.

Finally, except for the sound of flapping wings, there were no other sounds belonging to humans; Li Qingming's vision was void of anyone but the Vanguard.

Li Qingming silently watched the Black Legion, arrayed in formation above.

Though he was supposed to be sentimental, he was merely cruelly counting until he reached the conclusion—

267.

That was all that was left after squeezing everything out.

Approximately 300 people had jumped into the sea, with an earlier selection of around 150 people who chose mutation and sacrifice.

The ship should have had a total of 1773 people; what about the remaining 1000? At least 500 of them should have been assigned to the Contamination Liquid.

They must be hiding, right? Hiding in their rooms, covering themselves with blankets, hiding like Shen Bingbing.