Outside Jiangnan Base lay an apocalyptic scene, as though nature's most primal savagery had been unleashed completely. The sky was no longer a tranquil blue, but occupied by flocks of enormous Pterosaurs. Their wings blotted out the sky, and every beat came with howling winds, like a doomsday storm raging through the air. Their eyes gleamed with cruelty, while their sharp claws and fangs flashed coldly beneath the sun. They circled above the base, waiting for the right moment to attack.
On the ground, fierce tigers roamed freely. These beasts were enormous, their fur gleaming with a metallic sheen. Their roars were deafening, as though they could shake heaven and earth. The tigers raced across the ground, and every leap was enough to tear apart sturdy fortifications. Their eyes were filled with a thirst for blood and indifference toward life, as if the entire world were their hunting ground.
Beneath the earth, even more unknown threats lurked. Strange burrowing beasts silently dug tunnels. They could bore through rock and soil, reaching the core of Jiangnan Base in the shortest time possible. Their bodies were covered in hard shells that even the strongest attacks found difficult to penetrate. They darted through the tunnels like ghosts, ready at any moment to launch a surprise attack from below and deal the base a fatal blow.
In such an environment, Thunder God and Hong stood side by side atop the city walls, their figures appearing especially imposing beneath the setting sun's afterglow. Thunder God wielded a massive warhammer, and every swing carried the force of thunder, killing every monster that tried to approach the walls. Hong, meanwhile, drew on his profound understanding of domains. Every strike was incomparably precise, instantly cutting down monsters in the distance.
Their presence was like two insurmountable barriers, protecting