Dark clouds hung low, and a chilling wind howled.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a dim scene straight out of hell.
Looking into the distance, lightning flashed and thunder roared amid the churning dark clouds. Dragon-like shadows could vaguely be seen coiling and darting through the cloud layers.
Ahead lay a road paved with dry bones, stretching beyond sight.
But compared to the intense sense of disparity when he had first entered Future Dreamland, Feng Qi was now able to adapt to this environment quickly.
History had undoubtedly changed again this time. The only things unchanged were the ending of human civilization reaching its end... and Little Cripple, who was struggling to rise nearby, preparing to perform the splits.
Faced with Little Cripple's "enthusiastic" welcome, Feng Qi answered with a flying kick, sending its head flying more than ten meters away.
Interesting. Even if time had a self-correcting nature, history had changed so many times. Why was Little Cripple always by your side? That made me very curious.
"I'm also curious why Little Black tries to hunt me down every time." Rolling his eyes, Feng Qi headed east.
He was now greatly looking forward to finding out whether his future self had caught the werewolf while cooperating with the Scarlet Institute.
While searching for the shelter's black metal stele, Feng Qi no longer detoured around the harassment of the Living Dead.
With his current strength, he was invincible in this area.
You're amazing. You've become the big boss among the Living Dead in this area.
Feng Qi: ...
After searching for a while, he finally found the black metal stele.
After dripping blood onto it, a synthesized mechanical voice sounded. The metal stele shifted to the right, revealing a Metal Passage.
A smell of rust rushed toward him.