Madness enveloped Yang Zhou, one of Jiang Nan Base's eight large districts. Painful screams of agony and anguish filled the skies, several skyscrapers had been demolished into halves, some bursting with flames, it was as though the city was experiencing an apocalypse.
A small district under the moonlight.
A disc shaped battleship had landed in a grass patch, three special forces military personnel stepped out, almost like a breeze of wind, swiftly rushing into Luo Feng's house.
Deng deng deng!
The three men swiftly rushed up to Luo Feng's second story.
Up there, within the gravity room were beds, sofas, and computers.
