Yang Fei made a decision in his heart and slowly stood up.
The cool breeze that blew past carried the scorching scent of warfare, mixed with the stench of rotting corpses.
In the northwest direction, it seemed as if a great fire was burning, thick smoke rolling, with flames dyeing half the sky in a golden-red hue.
Yang Fei had never imagined that the apocalypse would be like this.
The thought that the power to either save or destroy this world rested in the hands of The Queen Mother of the West, the Doomsday Goddess, and others like them made Yang Fei grit his teeth in frustration.
Suddenly, a giant Tibetan Mastiff, panic-stricken, came charging toward Yang Fei.
Upon seeing Yang Fei, it acted as if it had found its savior, hiding behind him and whining incessantly.
Yang Fei detected an unpleasant stench combined with a fierce murderous aura in the air.
Something is happening!
