Every direction was a street piled with garbage.
Tall, dilapidated buildings lined both sides of the street.
And he was completely lost.
As if abandoned by the world.
He tried to find footprints on the ground, to see if any other player had been here.
But although there was dust on the ground, there were only his own footprints.
Even his own footprints were only in place, with none around—he seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
It seemed like no one had been here for a long time.
Clearly, this was an abandoned city.
At this moment, beside a rusty, wheel-less car ahead, a shadow trembled slightly, then slowly crawled up.
"Someone?"
Yang Yuan was overjoyed, thinking it was an injured player, and hurried over to ask, "Hello, do you need help…"
Suddenly, the figure turned sharply, terrifying and hideous, especially with an appearance so unbelievably ugly, it broke him out in a cold sweat, fear electrifying through him.
"Damn, is there something that ugly in the world?"
