"..." Yan Yu'an's expression froze. The next second, she spun around and lunged at a corpse that had just crawled out behind her, viciously driving the fist blades on both hands into its chest.
"Does this count as tsundere?" Sun Hang muttered, turning to a black shadow that was "trembling" while clinging to the monument. "What do you think?"
For the next stretch of time, Sun Hang's expression changed as rapidly as a Sichuan opera face mask. One moment, he looked furious enough to breathe fire; the next, his face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water—rage, jealousy, anxiety, fear, greed, dejection... all kinds of negative emotions appeared vividly on his face, and every change meant that one of the black shadows attached to the monument had been completely "devoured."
The area covered by the black shadows on the monument rapidly shrank, while the suppressive effect on the corpses crawling out of the graves grew greatly stronger. Sometimes, they would freeze in place like robots that had suddenly crashed. Some even fell straight into the abyss overhead the instant they broke free from their graves.
"The last one."
Sun Hang crouched atop the monument and devoured the final black shadow completely.
An endless despair surged up from within him.
He saw a black tide of anomalies landing at Murmansk's ice-free port. Foxhound fighter jets, trailing long plumes of black smoke, spiraled into the sea. Hundreds-of-meters-long tentacles tore open the water and smashed the metal-and-concrete fortifications at the harbor into patch after patch of ruins.
The next instant, Sun Hang seemed to be sitting in the cockpit of a carrier-based aircraft taking off. The scenery on both sides rushed backward, while his carrier was slowly sinking. A plane parked at the edge of the runway slid backward, and its