A gust of wind swept past, and the mist dissipated at astonishing speed. It was as though even the dark clouds in the sky had thinned considerably. When Zhang Yang looked up, he faintly felt as if the sun were about to emerge.
Unfortunately, an illusion was always just an illusion. If this movie, Invasion, was about that giant egg-shaped world on the verge of falling into the Fifth Sequence, then it would never have a sun.
"It's noon. Hurry—this is our chance."
Zhang Yang was still sighing with emotion when the portly Du Wei began shouting. Even the heavy machine-gun fire ahead had stopped, as if everyone had paused for lunch.
The two of them stumbled forward, one foot sinking deeper than the other. Before long, they saw an overturned tracked infantry fighting vehicle and corpses scattered all over the ground. Most of them were Crocodile-men—there had to be several hundred. But what truly made their blood run cold was the corpse of a monster as huge as a Tyrannosaurus rex.
Then they saw two living people, and they even knew them. Both were wearing Black Wristwatches.
What a joke. The little Flame of Destiny was actually going to be among these two people?
"My name is Zhang Yang, and this is Du Wei. Good afternoon, you two."
Zhang Yang called out loudly from far away while secretly remaining on guard.
However, after he shouted, an elderly man unexpectedly revealed a strange smile. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed dead on the spot, a Crocodile-man's claw protruding from his back.
The other person said nothing and paid no attention to Zhang Yang and Du Wei. He simply sat down, panting heavily, then began bandaging his wounds without a care in the world. At the same