The nuclear apocalypse has arrived, and the city has become a hunting ground for alien beasts.
Zhao Feng woke up from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, his right eye turned into a torrent of data, and his left eye ignited a golden divine fire.
While others were struggling to survive in the ruins, he was already hunting the legendary "god".
"Don't measure me by your mortal standards."
Zhao Feng's blade was dripping with colorful divine blood, and ten stunning goddesses behind him were arguing over who should hold the shield for him.
And his gaze has been cast to the more distant starry sky...
