Slay the Gods: I Found Lin Qiye in the Apocalypse

"Rumble!" A bolt of purplish-black lightning split the murky sky screen. The glass curtain wall of an abandoned office building shattered with a crash, and shards mixed with radioactive dust showered down, clattering against Lu Fan's radiation-proof helmet. Crouched behind a load-bearing wall, he stared at the red warning on his tactical watch, flashing wildly. The corner of his mouth twitched even more frantically than the alarm sounded. "Seriously, has the apocalypse gotten way too competitive?" Lu Fan pushed up his helmet visor and spat out the dust in his mouth. "Yesterday it was a zombie siege. Today they've sent down divine agents. Tomorrow, are we going to gather the twelve zodiac beasts for a party?"