After such a long time, unlike Zhao Cheng and the other two, who had kept killing monsters to replenish their stamina, the survivors' group was already utterly exhausted.
It wasn't as if no one had suggested finding somewhere sealed off—a freezer, for instance, or a large storage warehouse. As long as they shut the doors, they would be safe for the time being. Then all they had to do was wait for rescue.
Zhao Cheng's response to that was simple: whoever wanted to go could go. He had never restricted their freedom.
In truth, hiding was merely a naïve idea. Warehouse doors might be thick, but with an Elite Monster's attack power, breaking them down was only a matter of time.
Then there was how the monsters had appeared in the first place. Zhao Cheng had seen it clearly: if a group of people gathered in an enclosed space, that place might very well turn directly into a monster spawn point.
Zhao Cheng understood now. The underlying theme of this blood-red space was battle, slaughter, evolution—the victors gained everything, while the defeated lost all.
Running away blindly led only to death. Only by mustering the courage to fight, to battle and triumph, could one have even the slightest chance of surviving.
"Qingqing, do you think we still have a chance to go back?"
Wu Yiran murmured. The light had long since vanished from her eyes. By the time, night should already have fallen, yet in reality, this world's blood-red hue had remained unchanged since time immemorial.
Naturally, she was not the only one so despondent. Most of the survivors felt much the same way.
"Definitely. That great man is so powerful—he'll surely have a way to leave."
The girl called Qingqing replied.
An environment this dangerous was undoubtedly the easiest