"Looking at the unconcerned survivors below, He Zhoulong furrowed his brow, which soon morphed into a smirk brimming with a murderous intention.
Those pathetic common people hadn't realized what the world had transformed into, their lives in this era were less than a piece of moldy bread, no, half a piece!
This was the apocalypse, a time even more terrifying than a chaotic era multiplied manifold! In the face of calamity and zombies, no one could save themselves, no one could be their own island!
Societal changes will let these lowly creatures feel its immense power!
He Zhoulong put down the trumpet in his hand and shifted his gaze towards the army of fifty soldiers below the high wall.
One of the soldiers met He Zhoulong's gaze, to which he nodded indifferently. His eyes no longer contained any trace of pity. These damn survivors, who only want to take and not give were better off dead! Even scavenging their bodies seemed like an act of polluting the fair hands of the soldiers!
