Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
Su Han's voice was calm yet extremely authoritative, entirely in a tone that brooked no refusal.
Whether it was the improvement of his strength or his control over the Tree Domain, such a demeanor had naturally developed over time.
Not to mention the current him, clad in Black Armor like a general, with the terrifying Angel Envoy following by his side.
When Zhu Junhua heard this voice, his heart skipped a beat, filled with anxiety and his eyes filled with deep concern.
Fortunately, Su Han's voice was human, though indifferent, but he was not a monster, nor was he like the previously encountered Fallen Insectoids.
But the concern was, he did not know what kind of person Su Han was.
"Open the door,"
His tone was heavy, but he made a decision immediately. The sealed door of the gymnasium was merely welded metal and piled-up heavy objects, sufficient to block some weaker monsters.
But to stop Su Han, that was absolutely impossible.