Peace built over bones and blood
Five kilometers away from the ruined city and at twice the distance from the Baiquan Camp, standing on the top of a tree that towered three hundred meters high, Bai Zemin watched from afar with indifference.
At a height of three hundred meters, the wind blowing from the mutant forests was whipping hard enough to tear the skin of a normal human being. Bai Zemin's cloak flapped fiercely but in the midst of the gale the flapping sound was practically non-existent.
Using to his advantage the fact that the terrain he was standing on was high as well as the height of the tree, Bai Zemin could see as well as hear the moment when the landmines exploded one after the other. The dense cloud of dust that rose more than two hundred meters high in the sky was visible even from so far away.