"Rumble... rumble..."
Within the slowly descending cloud of dust, the dispersed psionic energy seemed to churn the world into muddy water, dark and oppressive.
The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.
Standing atop the Corpse Mountain, Zhang Tie stared blankly around him.
Beneath his feet, the gray Corpse Mountain gurgled as red blood flowed through it. Against the withered scene, it was so vivid that it was almost glaring.
The girl was dead. She had watched Zhang Tie die—or rather, Zhang Tie had watched her die with his own eyes.
The dull, lifeless eyes on that tender face felt like a knife driven into his chest, leaving him unable to breathe.
The Survivors here had regarded him as a monster. When he appeared, their cheers of celebration turned into screams.
To Zhang Tie's surprise, he had expected these people to flee in all directions, meaning he would have to spend some effort. But when he began attacking, apart from those so-called superpowered individuals foolishly trying to stop him, the remaining Survivors all ran toward the same place.
It was the rear of the base, where the old, weak, sick, and disabled stayed, where their families stayed.
Perhaps years of Doomsday had made the Survivors here more united. Perhaps they knew they were going to die and would rather die together.
In any case, everything went smoothly—so smoothly that it was like herding a flock of sheep. Everyone gathered in one place for him to kill.
After smashing a mother's head with one hammer and killing the people behind her as well, Bear Dunce suddenly felt that he was not clearing the area, nor was he fighting.
He was simply slaughtering.
Slaughtering a group of unarmed, defenseless fellow humans.
"I... What am I... doing..."
The surroundings were utterly