That night, an unnamed mutant creature attacked the abandoned factory in the western suburbs, and the only one who saw the truth was Song Lan, staring eye-to-eye with the monster.
At least that's how it seemed to him.
Before long, he finally understood the origin of those writings—the twisted creature withdrew its gaze and lifted its finger, pressing its sharp nail against the remaining wall. The nail sank into the wall, and perhaps due to its large size, its writing speed was very slow.
But this time was different from the previous two.
After ensuring that Fengling had seen the writing on the wall, the monster abruptly crumbled the inscribed section into powder, and Fengling's gaze shifted from the Rebel Clan lying on the ground to Lu Xiang and Song Lan, who were lurking inside the factory.
"Sister Lu Xiang!"
