The wind and snow howled, and the Mist Forest was still shrouded in fog.
However, compared to the thick fog outside Mist Island, the fog here was relatively thin.
Returning once again to the port on this side of the Mist Forest, the blood on the snow was still there.
But the bodies on the ground had all been stripped bare, not a stitch of clothing left, lying naked on the ground.
Some had even been thrown into the river, carried by the current into the mist outside the island.
In the apocalypse, any resource became precious.
Even a piece of clothing could be fought over.
Liang Yuan paid no mind to these things; with the arrival of the apocalypse, human life seemed increasingly worthless.
Having seen so many dead bodies, he seemed to have grown accustomed to it.
Three large ships were docked at the port over there.
A large group of people were busy transporting things onto the ships.
These people, naturally, were Zhou Wanxi and others.
