Red Moon World.
Daytime.
Yibai appeared out of thin air in the middle of the village.
He looked around, and what he saw startled him.
In the village, there seemed to be a resurgence of vitality; the mud houses that were everywhere had all been leveled and replaced with several small buildings. The mud fields next to them were filled with golden rice, and a few chickens were running around chaotically.
Everything was new.
The traces of the apocalypse in the Red Moon World seemed to have been completely erased.
"Is this, is this still the Red Moon World?"
Yibai was filled with deep doubt.
He remembered Fatty once told him that at the moment the Red Moon descended, all the animals died.
Now there were still chickens, and there was rice.
"Demon King!"
A cry of surprise.
Yibai turned his Jiao head to look.
He saw Fatty's trio approaching from a distance.
His heart sank.
