A thick fog of smoke and ash hung over the city, obscuring the night sky. Fires burned through the streets of Shanghai, their light casting eerie, flickering shadows on the walls of silent, empty buildings. The once-bustling city had become a battlefield, with only the sounds of distant screams and crashing structures breaking the silence.
In the heart of the devastation, Zhang Yiming stood, surrounded by his demonic forces. The dark energy around him pulsed, feeding off the destruction and terror in the air. The twisted creatures that obeyed his every command prowled beside him, their eyes glowing red with hunger. A faint, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he took in the ruin before him.
This was his doing—his masterpiece of chaos and terror. And he wasn't finished yet.
