He wiped the blood off his hand with a dark red handkerchief, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.
"You didn't have to do that, he's already back."
Shen Xuan looked at the tower in front of her and muttered to herself, opening her eyes to reveal light red pupils, a smile, and a demeanor both calm and fanatical.
The high tower was surrounded by four wing buildings, with walls and floors constructed of silvery metal, appearing smooth and clean.
In the dim environment under the black mist, this tall building emitted dazzling lights, illuminating the surroundings.
Although it was the end of the world, here, the scent of apocalypse was absent.
Shen Xuan seemed to think of something, her smile becoming more exaggerated, as if she had become another person: "Wouldn't it be great to destroy this place? You hate it anyway."
From afar, you could see a large number of helmeted soldiers holding long guns, patrolling the plaza in an orderly manner.
