After Reuniting with His Family in the Wasteland, He Became the Wildest King

“Good grief, what kind of dump is this?”

Xiao Chengjun rubbed his aching head and stared at the apocalyptic scene before him, his mind a complete mess, as if countless little bugs were crawling all over him.

The sky was a murky gray, as though covered by a layer of grime that could never be wiped clean. The earth had cracked open, the fissures like enormous gaping mouths that looked downright terrifying. In the distance lay a sea of corruption, its surface bubbling constantly with nauseating blisters, like one gigantic festering sore. Every so often, a howl rang out, raising the hairs on the back of his neck.

The air reeked of decay, making him want to retch.