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Chapter 129

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In the end of the world, the chaotic weather was also one of the enemies of mankind.

A sunny day might turn into a downpour in the next second. The next day, there might even be snowflakes floating in the air.

Without a stable stronghold, anyone would be insignificant in the face of such weather. Professionals might be better off, but ordinary people would feel uncomfortable all over. The cold weather would make people's teeth chatter non-stop, and they might even freeze to death.

Nature was ruthless.

This kind of weather would only gradually improve after a year. This was a change brought about by the end of the world, similar to some energy storms. In the face of this disaster, the mortality rate of the elderly and children was as high as 80%.

This was a cruel reality.

People with weak resistance, even if they escaped being devoured by monsters, still died in the face of the weather. Hunger, snow, and drought plagued the surviving humans.

Perhaps because of the survival of the fittest, most of the survivors were very healthy. The probability of the next generation being born under such circumstances was even 20% higher than the generation of their parents.

The end of the world had indeed changed a lot.

In addition to the surrounding environment, even human genes were forced to become perfect in the face of the predicament. After all, other than humans, monsters had also gained a foothold here over time.

Not only would they be beaten up if they fell behind, but they might even be exterminated.

For mankind, this war had just begun.



If it was raining, it wouldn't be strange. However, the rain this time was too heavy. The raindrops were the size of glass balls. They fell one after another, one after another, hitting the leaves, the stones, and the roof, making "Pa Pa Pa" sounds.

Chen Feng found a factory.

This was originally a nearby mechanical processing factory. Because of the earthquake, many factories had collapsed, leaving only one or two buildings standing on the ground.

The glass in the room had been broken, and a large gust of cold wind blew in from the outside. In order to warm Phra, Chen Feng ignited some of the debris around and made a simple bonfire.

The advantage of the Balrog's body was reflected at this moment. Chen Feng was not afraid of the cold at all. He would not even catch a cold if he ran in the snow with his back bare.

It was a thunderstorm outside. For the Thunder Dragonlion, in an environment with dense thunder and lightning, it could absorb enough energy from the outside world to increase its strength.

Escape?

Chen Feng liked to have absolute control. How could he let the Thunder Prison Draconic Lion act alone without any backup plan?

Necromancers were proficient in black magic. They had already cast a curse on the Thunder Prison Draconic Lion. Without a caster to remove it, it would not take long for the Thunder Prison Draconic Lion to fester and slowly turn into a dried corpse.

"What a heavy downpour. It seems that this rain will continue for a while." Chen Feng looked at the gloomy sky, his tone somewhat disappointed.

Man proposes, God disposes. This affected his plan.

Fortunately, they had reached the other side of the river before it rained. Otherwise, once the river rose and the water became turbulent, it would be even more troublesome.

In the darkness, Phra's beautiful eyes sparkled. Her entire body was shrouded in dense water vapor. She looked like a snow-white lotus blooming on top of a clear lake. She was full of spirit and elegance, pure and beautiful.

She shook her ears and slowly dispersed the water vapor on her body. She listened to the sound of the rain outside the factory, which sounded like beans being fried, and the thunder that came from time to time. For some reason, she suddenly felt an inexplicable loneliness in her heart.

The pressure of survival, the exhaustion of escaping, the threat of the demons, and the panic of her clansmen were all pressing down on Phra's heart, making her physically and mentally exhausted.

Pressure made people grow, but it also brought about destruction.

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