In the setting sun, the golden red sun is shining down, reflecting the whole earth red. The dark golden blood of the devil is mixed with the bright red blood of human beings, which is even more gorgeous under the blood red sun. It is the beauty written by life

Ye Jingyu takes Xueling's little hand and stands quietly at the entrance of the village. The figure of anti refutation and Taotie stands behind him. In front of them, there are more than 200 surviving human beings. Most of them are children, girls, and only 20 adult men

at this moment, there is no joy of the afterlife, no happiness...