"Since you've woken up, should we leave immediately?"
From the beginning until now, his main body had already gone through three cold and summer days in this strange world.
In the past three years, the world had undergone earth-shaking changes, from the very beginning of a technological world to what it was today.
There were less than 100 million humans left who once ruled the entire world, scattered in all corners of the world.
They struggled at death's door, living in fear every day, afraid that they would become the monster's delicious meal.
Among these survivors, there were many cultivators. They became the Guardians of the remaining humans, ensuring that the last spark would not be extinguished.
In addition to the heavy losses suffered by humans, the same was true for plants and animals. More than 90% of the species had been completely extinct.
From time to time, he could see withered trees and yellow weeds, which carried a strong aura of death.
