"Woo—"
A long, drawn-out horn sounded.
Squads of giants came charging toward the shore in great strides.
The elves also rode forest beasts toward the coast of Shelter Island.
The whole of Shelter Island seemed to awaken.
Xiao Xi flew over with Reneedol and landed beside Oldest and Gu Qingshan.
"Why is there so much apocalypse trash?" Xiao Xi frowned.
All kinds of broken odds and ends floated in the river, rushing toward Shelter Island.
Gu Qingshan took out the gauntlets and put them on. He casually picked a target and punched at it from a distance.
Thoom—
Hundreds of zhang away, a floating log spun off and landed among the other objects, setting off a chain of collisions.
The log suddenly split apart.
A cloud of dark red mist rose slowly and floated on the water.
The red mist lingered over the surface and refused to disperse.
Everything that drifted through it became riddled with holes, as if it had been pierced by countless tiny needles.
"Clearly, this is the aftershock of an apocalypse..." Oldest said.
Gu Qingshan took out a bow, nocked an arrow, and drew it back.
Whoosh—
The arrow flew out and struck a box that had just drifted out of the red mist.
The box burst apart, releasing a swarm of glowing insects.
They had human faces. After flying through the air for a few breaths, their bodies gradually faded away.
The others showed no reaction, but Oldest's expression changed, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body.
"What's wrong?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"This is an apocalypse called 'Mutation.' It caused tremendous damage to my era back then—thankfully, that was only a tiny aftershock, so those mutated insects died. Otherwise, who knows how many people on this island would have survived." Oldest