Pusan Geumjeong District. Everything was silent.

The living dead that had just been all around them minutes ago had completely vanished from sight.

All that remained was a series of high-rise buildings, just like an urban forest.

The entire district had clearly fallen. In all likelihood, the survivors in the entire district were probably located in the areas where the two army divisions were located. Countless vehicles were parked along the roads, but most of them were already badly beaten up and in a state of disrepair. Some had banged up doors, while others had their hoods. Glass shards from the shattered windscreen and windows were strewn all over the floor, and the only traces of humans around were the bloodstains that they had left behind on the cars.

In fact, the only traces of civilization around these parts were the blood stains that were splattered all over the roads, walls and buildings around. Dark trails of dried blood remained where streams of blood used to flow. The scarlet hue of the blood appeared ever so striking, just like poppy flowers growing out of a war-torn zone.

The cold wind swept by, causing litter and scrap paper to rustle along the ground. Garbage bins were knocked over, while billboards were twisted and torn. The entire district appeared no different from a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

“This is nuts…” Even Qin Ye couldn’t help but sigh in exclamation.

How crazy was it to unleash the deadly Ouroboros in the heart...