The Great Iron Plants at this moment was completely different from half a month ago.
After the riot of Nepenthe, most of the factories and mines were riddled with holes and full of smoke and dust. There was no time to clean the dilapidated walls and the collapsed rocks, and they were just piled up messily, like highly-rising tombs.
Because most of the nonworkers were evacuated by Long Yangjun and Li Jialing in advance, the previously lively and obstreperous slums had also fallen into silence. Now and then, some residents would crane their heads out of the debris in a trance, but there was not the slightest energy in their eyes, making it impossible to tell whether they were humans or ghosts.
To resist the wrath of the Immortal Cultivators, a lot of healthy workers volunteered to stay.
