The Final Wasteland

Pollution breaks out and the world ends. An Yan looked at the mutant in front of him and did not rush to tear him apart. Instead, he lowered his head slightly as if to show his goodwill. Could it be that he was the chosen one who could walk freely through this polluted land? But when the invisible thread held his heart, he understood—— He was never the master, just a poor man who was led into the abyss.