What greeted the eye was a uniform, desolate wasteland.
Shi Heng could not help but sigh at the bitter price humanity had paid for its own folly. Although the world of *Ling Long* had been quite advanced in technology, at some juncture in history, they had opted for biological genetic editing and chosen to advance into the realm of nature's own evolution. Perhaps this was the inevitable end for their world.
Shi Heng had traveled from a shelter in Australia, crossing mountains and spanning oceans, reaching Mong Kok as if walking on flat ground in just half an hour. He was becoming less and less human. Attracting the Abyssal Beasts was simple. With his eight Grotto-Heavens and nearly thirty million jin of arm strength, he did not need to do much; the blood energy surging within him pierced the heavens, scattering the clouds across the sky. Abyssal Beasts for hundreds of miles around went mad, surging toward him. All sorts of Abyssal Beasts, with hideous mouthparts and countless deformed limbs, moved with phantom speed, rushing toward him from near and far.
There were also countless spinal beetles hidden in the corners of the surface, exchanging information. One spread it to a hundred, a hundred to ten thousand. In just half an hour, all the Abyssal Beasts across the entire continent were racing toward Mong Kok. Even a dozen King-class Abyssal Beasts were mobilized; to them, Shi Heng’s vital blood energy was a source of life essence comparable to the sum of all living creatur…
Chapter 45