Wu Rendi was dead, and the sky had fallen over Gan City.
That day was destined to be cruel. Gan City itself was a death trap, and everyone in it was a turtle trapped in a jar.
A light rain began to fall. It mingled with the blood on the ground, gathering into red streams that flowed quietly toward the low places. Some of the fallen rose again, but they were no longer themselves.
On a cliff outside the city, Wu Ka hid inside a leafy plant growing from a crack in the rock. He watched Gan City as two trails of tears ran down his cheeks.
A giant eagle flew across the sky, shedding a great many feathers.
Seen from above, Living Corpses covered the ground. Swarms of them, dense as ants, surrounded powerful Mutated Beasts. At last, the beasts were bitten amid their wails, while still more animals fled into the distance.
Zuo Xiangming sat on the back of an Earth-Rending Mammoth, leisurely sipping a green drink and smiling at the world.
The contest had to be fair, so none of them had been allowed to bring their old Living Corpse puppets. Compared with his other methods, Zuo Xiangming was certain his Living Corpse plague would give him the fastest start.
Whether he could maintain that advantage later would depend on his skill.
"Heh. Finally, humans."
Zuo Xiangming's expression shifted. He sensed that a group of unusual beings had joined his Living Corpse puppets.
But he soon frowned and muttered, "Strange. This world clearly has Mutated Beasts, so why are there no Awakened?"
The Earth-Rending Mammoth immediately changed course. Several dozen minutes later, it reached the cliff above Gan City.
"What a fine place. A pity..."
Zuo Xiangming looked down at Gan City. His eyes brightened slightly, then