Bai Ye froze. Could this place have been a small shelter all along?
He looked around, and the more he looked, the more it resembled the style of the Old Era—sci-fi, minimalist, mysterious.
No wonder Qin Songting had hidden in Satellite City No. 6. There was a shelter concealed here.
Though it looked far smaller than Shelter 189, it was still a product of the Civilized Era. Its security needed no explanation.
"Brothers, kill them!" Seeing the Warden surrounded by a group of expressionless Genetic Modifiers, the Snake Shepherd wanted to show off too and called everyone forward.
"Kill Apocalypse's scum! Charge!" Bai Ye shouted at the top of his lungs, though he was running slower and slower.
The crowd clashed with Qin Songting's guards. With a war god like the Warden leading them, the battle naturally became completely one-sided.
Those guards with Blood Qi exceeding ten thousand looked a lot like Wolf Fang. Even facing the Ten Kings, they showed not the slightest fear, like cold, lifeless robots.
The Warden charged into the crowd like an adult rushing into a kindergarten class, knocking them down with one punch each.
Not a single guard could withstand one of his blows before being blasted directly into a cloud of purple blood mist.
Purple blood mist?
Bai Ye immediately realized something was wrong. He retreated again and again, while Ghost Xiaotong stepped forward, waving her little hands at the purple mist and using the currents she created to blow it away.
"Ah!!"
Miserable screams rang out. Several people touched by the purple mist looked as though they had been splashed with sulfuric acid. Huge patches of skin decayed, and the decay continued to seep inward—muscles, bones, organs...
In mere moments, those people turned into pools of pus.
"Poison People! They're Poison People!"