Ye Buyu still felt shaken.
"The commotion this time was far too big, far too terrifying."
Now she could only silently count herself lucky that such a ruthless enemy had not appeared in the End of the World.
Wan Lan said, "Don't be too sad. You should know that none of the people lying down there were any good."
This land was utterly different from the rest of the world's lands. If human settlements elsewhere could be compared to primitive, loosely organized tribes, then this place was a highly developed modern paradise, far beyond anything a tribe could encompass.
Tragically, the towering foundations and glorious achievements of this seemingly flawless, magnificent paradise were deeply rooted in the merciless draining of countless lives' flesh, blood, and marrow.
From people's thoughts to their actions, from the money and wealth that kept society running to individuals' most precious possession, life itself, everything had been seized by these lackeys of [Colonialism] who no longer labored.
All to build a secluded utopia cut off from the world.
Wan Lan gazed down below. "The people here were all parasites on civilization, the culprits behind the fall of this world's civilization.
"The ridiculous thing is, they considered themselves [Colonialism]'s lackeys, but [Colonialism] didn't like them at all. It had no intention whatsoever of saving them."
Ye Buyu nodded, looking as though she understood, when in fact she was completely baffled.
"So this place was actually those colonial criminals' den?"
Wan Lan managed a thumbs-up.
"It's wonderful that you understood so quickly."
Ye Buyu gazed into the distance. "Then there's nothing else to say. Let's find somewhere to land. I keep feeling that [Colonialism] isn't dead yet."
Wan Lan raised her arm and pointed east.
"Go there, to the place where Su Wuwei and I stayed. If [Colonialism]