Under the regenerative effects of Abyss power, in the blink of an eye, Ye Chen's injuries, both inside and out, were completely healed.
He pressed his brand-new arm against the cold rubble and shakily pushed himself up.
Then, standing in the middle of the pitted ruin plaza, the young man turned his head and surveyed the billowing smoke in every direction.
As the surrounding smoke drifted away on the wind, shadows of every size entered Ye Chen's field of vision.
There were hundreds of thousands of them, swarming across the ground and sky like locusts, so vast in scale that they stretched beyond the eye's reach.
Human faces hung from their necks, most of them belonging to the elderly, the weak, women, and children. Their size was proportional to their age—the largest stood fifteen meters tall, while the smallest was barely one meter.
A lurid crimson glow radiated from their bodies. Their torsos bent in grotesque curves, their sharp claws raised in pairs. Some crawled across the ground on their lower limbs, while others beat their wings through the high air. All of them slowly converged on Ye Chen.
Looking up at this horrifying sight, the young man understood that the members of this monster army were the local refugees who had surrounded him earlier.
Yet now, every one of them had turned into a hideous monster with a twisted form, a savage appearance, and undisguised murderous intent.
And leading the monster army at its forefront were the one large and two small figures that had attacked Ye Chen earlier.
Daigman, Daigrick, Daigrian.
Ye Chen had once fought so desperately to protect this family.
And yet, at this very moment, the entire family stood on the opposite side of him in the guise of mindless monsters, alongside the other citizens