Grayish-yellow wind and sand swept fragments of bone and scorched earth across the devastated lands of North Mang.
The human strongholds that had once stood everywhere had now become smoking ruins.
A crimson tide churned faintly along the northern horizon. It was the boundless army of Pseudo-Humans.
They wandered the lands of North Mang, chasing the scent of living people's Blood Qi and devouring the last traces of life from this land.
A black tide churned along the eastern horizon. It was an endless mechanical army, moving in perfect unison, their mechs cold and relentless as they advanced.
Far away, a convoy stretching for several miles was fleeing with difficulty.
At the front were nearly a thousand soldiers drenched in blood, their firearms long since emptied of ammunition.
In the middle were densely packed civilians. Women held crying children, able-bodied adults carried what little food and belongings remained, and every face was filled with fear and numbness.
They were from Blackstone Bastion. The bastion had fallen, and now they could only flee for their lives.
"Hold on! As long as we reach the Fortune Commerce Association, we'll be saved!" Shen Cang, commander of Blackstone Bastion, encouraged the crowd.
Most people looked at him with numb despair. Some cried out, "Pseudo-Humans and robots are everywhere. Where in North Mang is safe? The Fortune Commerce Association might have already fallen too."
Shen Cang shouted, "The Ten Kings have gathered at the Fortune Commerce Association. With top-tier fighters like the Ten Kings there, the Fortune Commerce Association is humanity's last bastion in North Mang!
It was the Black King who initiated the Ten Kings Conference to resolve the Pseudo-Human crisis. Do you really think the Black King can't protect a mere commerce association?"
Once the Black King, North Mang's most wanted criminal, was