The massive chimney spewed out deep red smoke that disappeared into the sky.
Large chunks of eerie, deathly pale white blocked Li Yan's path.
Li Yan searched around for a moment, picked up a brick from the ground, and threw it toward those graffiti-like patches of white.
"Shasha..."
The sound that followed was a crackling noise, similar to static on a television screen.
The brick vanished without a trace as it was swallowed up by the white. To be precise, the moment the brick touched the dead white area, it disappeared completely.
Li Yan's eyes were cold and hard as he twisted the handlebars, and the Dodge Tomahawk broke through the highway barrier and charged into the wilderness.
...
Night fell.
The thick night spread outward, and all sorts of indescribable oddities emerged from the streets and alleys of Yan Capital City.
Blood dribbled down, the lights on the bus were an ominous green, and blood oozed from the engine, dripping all over the ground.
