Embers of the Black Tide: I Feed Beasts with My Broken Body

The black tide comes and the sun goes out. In Bichao City, when orphans turn sixteen, their last drop of blood will be drained and made into a "blood ointment" to light up the long night. Qichuan, numbered B-117, has only 270 days left to be scrapped. The beast he secretly raised was just a gray weasel that had been skinned and eaten its own flesh. There is no system or plug-ins, and every evolution requires a sacrifice of life. When the shadow of the disaster-level beast passed over the city wall, All high-level beast masters are thinking about how to live longer. Only Lu Li was thinking about how to make the world more painful. Keywords: Dark beast control/Wasteland survival/No plug-ins/Group portrait/Slow growth