Boom!
Another flying-dragon-like giant beast was casually blown apart by Zhao Cheng, blood raining down and soaking the earth.
A concealed camera happened to capture the scene.
In the underground base, the survivors who saw it were astonished, yet also somewhat numb.
They had followed every upheaval on the surface during this time, from Zhao Cheng's battle with the Candle Dragon to his current invincibility under Heaven. Not only had they witnessed it—the few remaining survivor bases had witnessed it too.
In the early days after the war, there had been roughly thirty survivor bases. Now, because of all manner of accidents, only five remained.
Looking over Zhao Cheng's history of growth, they could only feel that the thing before their eyes was neither scientific nor mystical. It was absurdly powerful.
It had even directly altered the ecology of the entire surface.
Before this, the monsters on the surface generally fought one another to the death.
Now, the monsters fought even more fiercely, yet fewer of them died instead.
When two monsters fought, if they acknowledged each other's fighting spirit and there was an obvious gap in strength, the stronger one would not kill the weaker one. Only when the two monsters were evenly matched would they fight to the death.
As for when they did not acknowledge the other's fighting spirit, then naturally, it was a fight to the death as well.
In the new age Zhao Cheng had ushered in, the strong gained little pleasure from killing the weak. Only when the strong killed the strong could they experience ultimate joy, and even their own power would rise without end because of it.
Under such circumstances, the whole world seemed to have gone even madder. Yet after going mad, the world had instead become much safer, leaving a