Human Potential

The explosions that shot into the sky were like buried landmines, deadly and sudden. The low buildings around the alley hummed under the blasts, the ground shook several times, and the scattered chunks of corpses and bloodstains made the place resemble a slaughterhouse in hell.

Even the zombie hordes far away stopped moving at the tremendous blast. Many zombies forgot to roar, collectively turning their heads and desperately sniffing toward the source of the sound.

Several kilometers away, several aliens completely concealed beneath black robes halted at the same time, their scarlet eyes sharply fixed on the distant direction.

"What was that?" one alien was the first to speak. Even aliens could not help feeling uneasy in the face of the unknown.

"An explosion? Did someone throw a grenade?"

"Or some other explosive? What happened?"

"That is the battlefield of the first ring, where Old Eight is stationed. That means Chu Han has already arrived in Nandu City." The alien who answered was the only one among them who had not turned around to look. Wearing the same black robe, he was exceptionally tall, with some sort of weapon faintly visible on his back.

Upon hearing the tall alien's words, the others immediately stirred, their scarlet eyes gleaming with excitement and bloodlust.

"Chu Han actually reached Nandu City so quickly? We are not ready yet."

"It is fine. If he runs into Old Eight, he is dead for sure."

"Does that mean the mission is already complete? With such a huge commotion, Chu Han must be dead, right?"

"Heh! What an easy death!"

"Old Eight, that little runt, got off cheap!"

The voices continued one after another, only to be interrupted by a sneer from the leading alien. "Heh! A bunch of idiots. Old Eight is the one who died.