A series of booms rolled in from the distance.
The Demon Race was charging the defenses with all its might, killing any Fiendish Monsters it encountered along the way.
Buildings collapsed one after another.
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
"Those bastards... They don't even care if anyone's still alive inside those buildings."
Yang Xiaobing spoke through clenched teeth.
"They're Monsters, another race. Why would they care whether humans live or die?" Zhang Pengcheng snorted.
He gripped his sword, as if he could barely resist going to fight the Demon Race himself.
Two camera Formation Discs hung from his waist, recording everything around him.
The footage shook a little—
But that only made its portrayal of Border City's disaster ten years ago feel more real.
The viewer count began to climb.
Among the squad,
Jiang Xueyao paid no attention to the Demon Race.
Clad head to toe in armor, she guarded Xu Yuan's flank with care, ready to fight at any moment.
Xu Yuan walked at the front.
The squad advanced quickly down the street.
"What are we looking for?" Zhang Pengcheng asked.
"Clues," Xu Yuan said.
Zhang Pengcheng looked around.
The place was deathly still.
Most of the residents had gone to shelters.
Those who hadn't gone lay on the ground, already Corpses.
And those Corpses, strewn every which way, bore all manner of bite marks, as though a pack of beasts had gnawed on them.
Fires burned.
Black smoke rose straight into Heaven.
It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse.
"Clues... Searching for clues on our own... That seems like a long shot..." Zhang Pengcheng muttered.
If only the squad had followed His Highness the Crown Prince.
Then they would merely have had to complete the tasks the Crown Prince assigned, rather than search for