The shattered earth was riddled with countless cracks. Black smoke veiled the last rays of the setting sun. Countless people trudged along the muddy roads, their faces filled with despair and fear. From time to time, someone fell into a crack, and the cries never stopped.
A procession stretching for tens of thousands of people formed a long line. At intervals on both sides, an enhanced warrior stood guard. Such people were called Evolvers.
Ever since Earth had suddenly suffered a catastrophe half a year ago, Evolvers had begun appearing one after another.
At the back of the procession, Lu Yin looked into the distance. He heard a scalp-prickling chewing sound by his ear. With a roar, a mutant hound two meters long, its eyes glowing scarlet, charged out from behind a burning tree. Blood dripped from the corners of its mouth as it howled and lunged toward the procession.
Many survivors in the procession screamed in terror at the sight. Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. He drew a strange weapon from his waist. It looked like an iron rod, but one side had been sharpened into something resembling a blade.
Lu Yin leaped up and swung down with one hand, severing the mutant hound's head without resistance. Blood sprayed across the ground, staining the grass red.
Only after seeing the mutant hound dead did the procession quiet down. The terrified survivors continued forward.
Lu Yin withdrew the iron rod and examined it. A few cracks had appeared on it. "Looks like it won't last much longer."
As the sun sank, darkness swallowed the earth. All the Evolvers lit flames, which stretched along the procession in an attempt to drive away the mutant beasts. The procession also stopped moving.
Going to an unfamiliar place in the dark was no different from