After stepping out of the ruins, the group found themselves entering a world heavily shrouded in haze. The once-familiar land had now fallen under the control of the evil forces commanded by Wang Hao, leaving the common people to struggle in the depths of misery as if trapped within a boundless, dark abyss.
Gazing upon the devastated scene before him, Lin Chen felt a surge of rage erupt within his heart like a volcano. In every alley and street corner, people wore haggard expressions and emaciated frames, their eyes revealing profound despair and endless terror. Every hurried figure bore the crushing weight and helplessness of life. The air was filled with such a repressive atmosphere that even breathing seemed to grow heavy.
"This Wang Hao is utterly devoid of human conscience, actually turning this place into such a living hell!" one of Lin Chen's close friends cried out, his hair standing on end in fury. His voice trembled with anger, and the sword in his hand shook slightly from his tight grip. His eyes bulged, veins protruding on his forehead, harboring a bone-deep hatred for Wang Hao's atrocities.
Chapter 28