My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 147: Catastrophe in Yun City (Part 2)

In the distance, within their line of sight, rows of buildings collapsed thunderously, the rising white dust almost enveloping that entire urban area.

Lin Yanrong's pupils shrank, his face by then pale.

In the region shrouded by the dust, a huge dark red crack was faintly visible, cutting through the entire urban district.

It was the abrupt appearance of this crack, under the influence of some force, that led the buildings above it to completely collapse. Lin Yanrong could even see a building at the edge of the crack, sheared off as if by a blade, a great portion cut away, leaving only a small remaining section of the structure, which teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the spreading dust.

The more eagle-eyed Awakeners could see chunks of the wall from the halved building occasionally falling, tumbling into the bottomless abyss.

Gurgle~!

On the city walls, someone let out a sound, breaking the dead silence.

However, as many city defense soldiers snapped back to reality, their faces grew even more panicked, only able to stare blankly at the distance.

They had never imagined that an Abyssal Rift would appear within the Sanctuary.

...

Near the Abyssal Rift.

A dense web of black cracks spread continuously from the mouth of the rift, turning the ground they crossed into a dark red color, like the terrifying abyss itself.

A middle-aged man sat collapsed on the ground.

He had watched with his own eyes as other survivors, mere meters from him, were devoured by the Abyssal Rift in an instant, unable to even scream.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness... huh, if I had walked a few more meters forward, then I would have..." The middle-aged man was so scared his legs were weak, and he couldn't even stand, crawling frantically with his hands and feet, trying to move his body as far away from the crack as possible.

Suddenly.

The middle-aged man saw a shadow leap out from the crack, slamming down not far from him.

The Demonized Beast was the size of a van, somewhat resembling an enlarged gorilla yet much more ferocious and terrifying in appearance.

Its entire body was exposed, skinless, with thick, red sinews visible on its muscular arms, like veins protruding, throbbing with each pulse.

Its eyes were blood-red, its mouth wide open, revealing vicious and sharp teeth.

"Roar!"

A putrid wind hit him in the face.

The middle-aged man trembled all over, a foul odor emanating from below him.

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He struggled to leave, but now it wasn't just his legs trembling; his hands were too weak to scrape across the ground, splashing a bit of yellow liquid.

The gorilla-like Demonized Beast turned its head and locked its crimson eyes on the middle-aged man.

In a blink, it covered the distance of more than ten meters, arriving in front of the middle-aged man.

It reached out a large hand, grabbed him, and tossed him into its mouth.

The sharp teeth clamped shut.

Chewing.

Crunching loudly.

...

This was just the beginning.

More and more Demonized Beasts surged out of the Abyssal Rift.

Humanoid Demonized Beasts, beastlike Demonized Beasts, Flying Demonized Beasts, and many more indescribable ones that could only be pixelated, poured out in droves.

The sky was filled with rolling red mist, the ground covered by a dark mass of the Demon Tide.

Survivors screamed and ran wildly, soon to be knocked down and torn apart by the Demonized Beasts.

This was a blood-soaked scene, reminiscent of the early apocalypse.

A few well-equipped Awakeners fled quickly in the direction away from the Abyssal Rift.

Behind them, the screams of survivors rang out intermittently. Even the Mercenary Awakeners, who were accustomed to facing Demonized Beasts and death, couldn't help but turn pale.

The leader running at the front suddenly halted.

His teammates were puzzled.

Boom!

Ahead in the street, a building was smashed open, and a giant beast with a metallic sheen burst onto the street, followed by countless diverse Demonized Beasts.

The leader's heart quivered, and he immediately turned around, "Quick, go the other way!"

They fought desperately, rushing from one block to another. Even with the leader's Danger Prediction Ability, helping them avoid the most lethal Demonized Beasts, the creatures around them continued to multiply.

Almost impossible to move a single step.

The other Awakeners around were fighting fiercely, desperately fleeing.

An Awakener, holding a Combat Saber, had just killed a Demonized Beast blocking the path ahead and was about to continue fleeing when, suddenly, a long tongue shot out like an arrow, piercing his chest before he could react.

Before dying, the Awakener could only catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye of a large green lizard covered in scales, clinging to the wall of a building, its flesh-colored tongue studded with barbs swiftly retracting into its mouth.

This battle was merely a microcosm.

The Awakeners were no match for a horde of Demonized Beasts of this magnitude.

In everyday hunts, these people would proceed with caution, stepping carefully, ensuring safety before moving in for the kill. When had they ever seen such a scene? Even experts of the third and fourth layers of Awakening, capable of killing one or two, ten or twenty, would still only die of exhaustion, not to mention that among the horde of Demonized Beasts, countless Advanced ones were hidden.

A Demonized Beast, its entire body a deep red, its form unclear, moved at a speed so fast it seemed like a bolt of lightning. Wherever it went, Awakeners were either smashed until their chests burst open or torn apart by its claws.

Even the team leader, who possessed the Danger Prediction Ability, had a face that grew increasingly pale.

Sensing all around, there were insurmountable fatal dangers.

One by one, the team members fell.

He swung his long sword mechanically, but his heart sank to the bottom of the lake.

Da da da—

The sound of gunfire, the fall of shells.

The bright flames burst open amidst the horde of Demonized Beasts.

From afar, a steel torrent emerged.

Main battle tanks roared from their gun barrels, blasting countless Demonized Beasts to smithereens.

In the midst of the formation, a middle-aged man with a resolute face shouted, "Second and third companies, provide covering fire with heavy machine guns, rocket bombardment, cannons take aim, Awakener Team be ready at anytime!"

Accompanied by the roar of artillery fire, the whistling of bullets, and the swoosh of combat slicing through the air...

The military intervention finally managed to curb the one-sided slaughter of the Demon Tide.

The team leader with the Danger Prediction Ability felt a momentary relief in his heart, but looking at the incomplete corpses of his companions around him, sorrow welled up inside him.

He did not flee, his expression resolute. He slanted his round shield and bumped into a beastly Demonized Beast, knocking it off balance. During this opportunity, the team leader's long sword sliced through the head of the Demonized Beast. With a wet thud, the headless corpse of the Demonized Beast rolled past his side. The leader didn't even look at it, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, as he stepped over the body of the Demonized Beast and moved forward with large strides.

...

At the opening of the Abyssal Rift.

As the Demonized Beasts poured out, the survivors around either died or fled.

At this moment, it seemed like a pause; after the last batch of variously shaped Demonized Beasts came out, no more creatures appeared, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

However, if someone could stand beside the Abyssal Rift and look down to the bottom, they would discover something rolling and stirring beneath the darkness that shrouded the abyss's depths...

Puff.

Above in the sky, the blood-like red mist suddenly faded.

A Demonized Beast floated up from the bottom of the abyss.

This Demonized Beast was completely spherical, over one meter in diameter. At first glance, it looked like an enormous eyeball.

In the middle was a pitch-black pupil filled with blood vessels; behind the entire eyeball were dense interwoven veins, their ends slightly drifting in the air. Just one glance could send chills down one's spine.

After the Great Eyeball floated up, it didn't rush towards humans based on their scent like the other Demonized Beasts did but instead looked around with its eyeball.

It seemed to be scanning the surroundings.

"I, the Evil Eye Clan, have finally set foot in this world."

Behind the Great Eyeball, numerous smaller eyeballs crawled out of the Abyssal Rift.

These eyeballs, too, had numerous blood vessels drifting in the air. Unlike the Great Eyeball, however, they could not float but had leg-like roots, walking forward with a squishing sound.

This batch of Evil Eyes, numbering in the hundreds, seemed far less than the swarming Demonized Beast horde at first glance, but their presence was even more formidable!

It was as if what came before was a ragtag militia, while these were the regular army.

The floating body of the Great Evil Eye slowly turned, its pupil sweeping over its kin with satisfaction in its heart.

The two clan members in the front had darker red root-legs compared to the ordinary Evil Eyes, and their presence was even stronger, the expressions in their pupils even more animated.

The Great Evil Eye floated closer, spiritual power waves rippling out.

"We shall take root here, but those troublesome humans are hindering us. What do you say we should do?"

One of the clan members with the dark red roots, its eyes brimming with excitement, its veins behind the eyeball wildly thrashing and rubbing against each other, making a shrill noise.

"Good, then it's up to you."