There was nothing to see on the barren Gobi besides craters. Especially after the sun set, those pits looked even deeper. On nights without moonlight or starlight, they resembled giant mouths leading to the underworld.
But to Deathstroke sitting on the flying carpet, this terrain reminded him a little of "Big Gluten." Looking down, it was nothing but hole after hole. He nearly started singing that little gluten tune.
That fragrant taste, have you tried it?
"Eek!"
Strangle was a little hungry. It had never tasted radiation-soaked Mutants before.
It was hard to say how many living people remained on this Earth, but at least there were no decent city ruins left on the surface. The wars of the past had nearly erased every trace of human-made objects.
As a result, Adjutant's search for signs of living people on the surface had made little progress. To find anyone, they would have to get down there themselves.
Soon, with Black Orchid guiding them, Su Ming and the others arrived above a canyon. Directly beneath them, there was an inconspicuous triangular opening in the crevice, hidden among the rubble. Only after landing and inspecting it closely could they see a few faint footprints near the entrance.
"Underground in the canyon? Not a bad spot." Su Ming took out the Godslayer Lightsaber to use as a light source, then was the first to squeeze into the small opening.
The entrance was extremely low. Bending over was not enough; ordinary people would probably have to crawl inside. But as a Symbiotes host, Su Ming had more options. He transformed into a puddle of Black Mud supporting a head and simply slid in.
"Ugh, this isn't like the post-apocalyptic wasteland I imagined." Harley crawled in behind him, complaining as she went. "In my imagination, it