The car drove out of the underground garage and turned onto the main road.
Many bystanders had already gathered along the roadside.
"What are they looking at?" Honglian asked.
"Oh my god... just focus on driving first..." Wang Baihu poked his head out of the sunroof, lying on top of the car, looking incredulously in the direction that the crowd was gazing.
A blood-red wasteland was reflected in the sky.
Against the sparse white clouds and blue sky, it stood out so clearly, like a slender picture scroll. Many people witnessed this peculiar scene, taking out their phones to snap photos of the horizon, their faces filled with excitement.
This is completely different from the invasions of the past... he could already imagine the logistical team's despair when it comes to cleaning up.
"No way..." Honglian soon noticed the anomaly in the sky between the gaps of tall buildings, "What the hell is that!?"
