Chu River awoke abruptly amid the jolting and shaking.
Surrounding her was the scent of blood, a faint smell of medicine, and the intense odor of human fermentation.
She opened her eyes, immediately certain that this environment was not safe. Looking around, men and women, young and old, all were crowded inside the truck's compartment, their expressions a mix of fear with a hint of relief, yet everyone appeared exhausted and haggard.
This wasn't a good moment to speak.
Chu River withdrew her gaze—no one had taken out a phone, so there was no way to gauge the level of technology. She could only gradually spread out her spiritual power—
Is this...some kind of wasteland?
All around were rugged mountain roads, traces of streams flowing once remained, yet the gullies were now dry. Everywhere lay dead branches and fallen leaves, whether shrubs or towering trees, now all left as lifeless dark yellow.
No sign of green met the eye.
