Also known as: It's the Apocalypse, and Being a God of Mahjong Isn't Too Much to Ask, Is It?
The shadow of the apocalypse shrouds the land of Shenzhou, with crimson auroras, symbols o...
In this silent slaughter, Jiang Che didn't even give the insect demon a chance to wail.
Before they could react, death had already arrived.
The insect demon's body fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the earth red.
Because there were too many dead insect monsters, the entire city center was stained with blood.
Looking from above, it looks like a map that has been accidentally poured with red ink, and the entire land appears a strange red.
The blood flowed on the ground, gradually forming streams and lakes.
Because the city center was reduced to ruins and the drainage system was paralyzed, the blood and water from the insect corpses could not be drained into the ground, but could only gather in low places and form a small lake.
As time goes by, this blood lake continues to gather blood.
The body was freshly dead and still warm.
As the blood flowed, a faint heat rose.
Steam rose above the blood lake that formed.
Next to the blood lake, there are small mountains of corpses piled up, and the corpses at the bottom are soaked in the blood pool, which is weird and terrifying.
The strong smell of blood continued to spread outwards, but the onlookers outside seemed unaware.
They stared straight at the city center, remaining in a daze, as if they were in another world, as if their brains had crashed.
A second ago, they were still fearing for their lives.
The next second, all the insect monsters that threatened them became corpses.
The scene was eerily quiet, even the live broadcast room was in silence, as if a muting mode had been activated.
The space crack in the sky slowly closed, and no more insect monsters fell from the sky.
Only the mysterious and dreamy red aurora, like a silk ribbon, flutters and swirls in the sky...