In the heartland of the Neutral United Front, a group of people observed the chaos before them.
The dark clouds in the sky began to drift away.
After the fierce winds and thunderstorms rampaged through, the rain continued albeit much weaker than before.
The entire ground was muddy due to the onslaught of the storm and the rain, with only a few patches of resilient green grass remaining.
Shen Congfei and others headed towards the attacked area to search.
All along the way, they saw various grotesque figures lying lifeless on the ground.
Tang Ke looked at these oddities, reminded of the fact that they were once animals, a wave of sadness washed over him, but he didn't express anything.
He knew he had made his choice.
As selfish as it sounded, in a war from which they could not retreat, no one had the luxury of a win-win choice.
Either flee or fight.
Just as Tang Ke was engaged in a fierce mental struggle, a noise nearby interrupted his thoughts.
