In West City, Jiang Mian stood quietly atop a five-story building.
The torrential rain continued, but the Wind Field around her kept the rain at bay. The black raincoat she wore was mostly there to conceal her figure.
Jiang Mian lowered her head slightly, looking down at the chaotic scene below.
In the ten minutes since arriving, she had already circled the surrounding area and witnessed at least three fights with her own eyes.
Some involved multiple groups clashing, while others were primitive brawls with nothing but bare fists. In short, it was just as Du Biao had said: a complete mess.
Those people were like bulls in rut, having nearly lost the ability to think. The moment they spotted one of their "own," they pounced and beat them senseless, stopping only when one side was utterly defeated.
These were Aberrants who had completely entered the Third Stage. Their reason had been devoured, their bodies were changing, and they had begun to hunger for all living flesh—even that of their own kind.
Were even the lowest-ranked Base Cities this chaotic?
She couldn't help recalling what some official reports had said:
In truth, the few lowest-ranked Base Cities were practically "Land of Exile." They were full of the most vicious and depraved people.
Put it this way: once there, even Calamities with decent strength could be devoured down to the last scrap—in the literal sense.
Their cores and bodies were valuable for making Mutated Bone Weapons. Some people even ground up whatever flesh remained and used it as fertilizer to grow special crops.
As for those who couldn't survive... they were garbage that had to be disposed of regularly.
That was how cruel it was.
After all, the higher the Code number, the closer a city was to the outskirts—and the