Ninth District, Outer City, Changsheng Cleaning Company.
Slaughterhouse.
On the super-heavy trucks, thick steel cables bind the various odd-shaped fierce beast corpses.
Even.
Some of them are not yet completely dead, their terrifying bloodied mouths still opening and closing.
The fierce beast corpses pile up like mountains.
In addition to the June weather, the sun is scorching, and the pungent smell of blood mixed with various unknown bodily fluids.
Despite wearing protective gear, many experienced workers find it hard to endure, often having to retreat to the shade for rest.
As ordinary people, even with various high-tech equipment, facing these dead beasts requires a lot of effort.
Su Peidong, taking a break, suddenly remembered his son who had been in the wilderness for some time.
A trace of worry rose on his face; his son has to face alive fierce beasts, even some powerful Transcendents could easily stumble if not careful.
