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.
"Humans?!"
Armand watched in shock as Su Han descended from the body of the Queen of Insectoid Titans, his entire face twisting in horror.
He had never imagined that humans, the Abyssal Insect Race, and the Undead Race would be tangled up together.
No, not just tangled up, this human had controlled the Great Demon of the Insect Race before his eyes.
In an instant, Armand understood the crux of the matter.
However, Su Han did not respond to him. Instead, he simply waved his hand, and the vines of the Star Torch Tree completely sealed Armand, including his mouth.
He approached the two monarchs of the Night Winter Clan. The Great Demon Incarnation had been suppressed and returned to its original size.
Still, even so, the human figure seemed quite small in front of them.
The two struggled fiercely, but under the suppression of Su Han and the Queen of Insectoid Titans, their struggles seemed futile.