Lin Xia stood near the abandoned block beside the evacuation point, surrounded by broken walls and scorched earth.
Dark clouds hung low in the sky, heavy and oppressive, as if they could collapse at any moment.
A violent wind howled past, whipping up sand and gravel and producing a harsh whistling sound. This wind felt like the prelude to battle, adding an air of grim solemnity to the impending life-or-death duel.
Chapter 20