Doomsday Wasteland Journey
by A Handsome Little Idle Fish
About This Novel
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the dilapidated city a dark red. The sky was shrouded in thick dark clouds, and from time to time there were flashes of strange purple lightning, like a sinister smile at the end of the world. In the ruins, the steel bars were exposed and twisted, as if they had been arbitrarily kneaded by giant beasts. Among the ruins, there was a pungent smell mixed with putrid smell and blood. It was the smell of death and despair.
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