Six o'clock in the morning.
The whole city seemed to have been thrown into a drum washing machine, with roars and screams being the only main themes.
The sky in the distance was dyed a strange purple, and from time to time there was a stream of light piercing the sky, accompanied by deafening explosions.
Social networks have long been paralyzed, replaced by word-of-mouth doomsday rumors.
"The spiritual energy has revived! I saw someone flying in the sky with my own eyes!"
"What a revival, it's an invasion! Aliens are coming!"
Panic and excitement intertwined into a big net, covering every corner of the city.
Except Chen Fan's rental house.
