A young man, a young woman.
They had the fire of hatred burning in their eyes.
Not only against the Heavenly Person who destroyed their homes but also against the one-eyed giant cow they worshipped as a god, who had been indifferent from beginning to end.
Behind them.
A young man and woman stood side by side, their faces filled with anger and unwillingness.
A middle-aged couple, the wife leaning against her husband and sobbing softly, with a confused child standing beside her.
These seven people.
They were the last survivors of this ancient human tribe.
Chen Sheng desperately wanted to know the fate of these seven people.
So he quickly looked at the next mural.
The fourth mural.
The time in the mural seemed to have passed for a long time.
The mountain of burning corpses had vanished, and even the surrounding ruins had been replaced by lush trees.
As for the only survivors of the ancient human tribe in the previous mural, their whereabouts were unknown.
