"Bzz, bzz, bzz!"
"Bzz, bzz, bzz!!"
"Bzz, bzz, bzz!!!"
Wild, unrestrained metal music seemed to explode beside his ears. Adding to the chaos, the phone in Ji Li's pocket chose that very moment to join in.
Calls poured in without pause or respite, a relentless, deadly barrage. His burning body gradually cooled.
Ji Li, who had sliced off two fingers, jerked his head up. A raindrop suddenly fell into his eye, followed by a second, a third, a fourth...
The torrential rain had returned, and in an instant, it became even fiercer than before, swallowing his entire field of vision. It seemed to swallow Shanming City itself.
A sudden flash of insight could make a person realize that the sunshine, warmth, and peace had been nothing more than an illusion.
This downpour had never stopped. Its brief silence had only prepared the way for a more violent climax. The seemingly straightforward course of events had been a deceptive prelude to the coming catastrophe!
The fractured present and past, the hazy memories, the chaotic world...
Everything strained to tear at his emotions, scrambling them over and over while always maintaining one precise balance—he wanted to go mad but could not, wanted peace but could not find it.
In the blink of an eye, the bright sky turned gloomy again. The horizon sank lower and grew heavier, as though it were about to shatter.
Black clouds and ponderous sheets of rain battered the rotting, withered high-rises. A shadow came from the southwest, spreading until it consumed everything.
Ji Li did not possess the Eye of Calamity, yet through his dark red eyes, he saw an enormous hand behind the clouds and rain. It could barely restrain itself any longer and was beginning to reveal its form.
What exactly was hidden there? What