After combining with the Nightmare Nekomata, Luo Fan spread a pair of pitch-black wings behind his back.
He did not fly too high, instead skimming low like a silent bat in the night, slipping quietly from the Migration Convoy's camp into the depths of the darkness.
Peach Blossom Spring Town was only a dozen or so li from the camp. At his speed after combining, he arrived in just a few minutes.
Looking down from the air, he saw lights shining in the town as the sky gradually darkened-not the flickering warm yellow of torches, but the steady, bright white of electric lights.
Streetlights lined the town's main road, one every dozen or so meters, illuminating the entire street as brightly as day.
Light also shone through the windows of the houses on either side, some bright, some dim and yellow. Occasionally, silhouettes moved past the windows.
Nearly two years had passed since the Apocalypse began, and the power grid had long since collapsed completely.
Even a large settlement like the Holy City could barely maintain power in its central district using diesel generators.
Yet the town before him looked as though it had been transplanted intact from before the Apocalypse, as if Weirds and Fierce Beasts had never set foot on this land.
Luo Fan landed in a dark alley on the edge of town and folded his wings, but did not undo the Combination.
He walked out of the alley and headed down the main road.
The street was clean, without the rubble commonly found among ruins, without dried bloodstains, and without any traces of Weird attacks.
Trash cans stood in neat rows along the roadside, the shrubs in the greenbelts were neatly trimmed, and not even a single street sign stood crooked.
It was too normal.
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