Bzzzz!
Fifteen shadows, together with Zhao Cheng himself, made sixteen figures in all. They struck at the same instant, terrifying power compressed to the absolute limit before erupting violently within an infinitesimal span of time.
Endless arcs of lightning blotted out the sky and earth, leaving no one able to see the scene within. Across dozens of kilometers, every living creature lay prostrate on the ground, trembling violently.
From afar, it seemed as though a white-violet sun had risen at the edge of the earth.
Far away, in an underground base several hundred meters deep, the former defeated—the last remaining survivors—could only stare dumbfoundedly at the war between the mutated beasts on the surface.
Ever since Earth had become the Wasteland, the age belonging to humans had passed. Instead, the ancient laws of evolution had awakened once more—and this time, evolution no longer favored humanity, but monsters.
The survivors had always kept Candle Dragon under close watch.
This was because they hoped to use research in this area to reclaim their place at the top of the food chain, perhaps even use it to launch a counteroffensive against the Empire.
Of course, counterattacking the Empire was nothing more than a beautiful fantasy.
Once, their nation had indeed possessed power capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Empire. But back then, they had commanded the resources of half the world, as well as a certain special extraordinary sequence.
Now, they had neither resources nor extraordinary powers. The only reason they still clung to such thoughts was because people needed hope to go on living, no matter how faint and distant that hope might be.
Under such circumstances, Candle Dragon, the overlord of this region due to its proximity, became the survivors' chief focus.
And Candle Dragon's evolutionary path suited their