In the early morning, the once sunny sky was overcast with dense clouds.
Cold winds blew through the desert, making the dry grass sway erratically.
Lin Yue glanced back at the still-sleeping Bai and Little Ice Lizards, then pushed open the door and climbed onto the roof.
Feeling the bleak atmosphere, he picked up the sighting scope and observed the surroundings.
Swaying wild grass, exposed red dust and sand, rivers and lakes frothing with green foam...
"Something's wrong, where are the mutant creatures?"
He put down the sighting scope and looked again.
"Wait, I'm not mistaken, where have the mutant creatures... gone?"
On the desert, where there used to be a large number of mutant creatures, there was now no trace of them.
As if they had never existed here.
Lin Yue climbed down from the roof, grabbed the Iron Spear, and walked out of the shelter, finding a few struggling Tiger-striped Shadow Deer and Mutant Sheep caught in the traps outside.
