The squad traversed through the deathly silent ruins.
Beneath their feet lay rubble mixed with metal fragments and an unidentified slime.
The muddy dark red rays of the sunset weakly penetrated through the twisted skeletal structures of steel.
The air was increasingly thick with a stench of blood, scorching, and rot, almost suffocating.
Qin Hui and Old Qiao stood like two silent statues, their sharp eyes constantly scanning the towering broken walls on either side, Qi Hao and Lv Chen gripped their weapons tightly, trying to discern the dangers below their feet and above their heads.
Jiang Wei was protected in the middle, her brow furrowed as she looked at the end-of-the-world scene.
Fang Qingyu walked at the forefront, the profound black Dragon and Tiger Force on his body flowed silently like living obsidian, with faint golden patterns appearing intermittently in the dim light.
His Qi Blood and Observation Method were ready to erupt with full force at any moment.
