The floor was paved with some special material. Stepping on it made almost no sound, yet it carried a chilling touch.
The two of them moved forward along the main passage. On both sides were compartments sealed off by thick transparent material, most of them empty.
In a handful of them, mist curled and churned, vague twisted shadows looming inside, just like those ugly Mutant Species.
Yue Lin's expression changed abruptly. He swung his hand and smashed the glass cover. The monster sleeping inside snapped awake in an instant, roaring as it lunged at them, only to be taken down by Yue Lin in the blink of an eye.
Yet his face had gone slightly pale, fine beads of sweat seeping out at his temples, as if he had crashed right into some horrifying secret.
Why would the laboratory of the Hand of Creation be researching these things?
They collected monster genes to wipe them out at the root…
Or for some other purpose?
