"What's wrong with these beasts? Back off... everyone back off..."
"Don't let them out, quickly lock them up!"
"Let go of me, don't... don't come over!"
Screams echoed from outside the door. Clearly, the energy of the apocalypse had corroded the minds of the Bulldogs. No! Awakening is more accurate than corrosion.
On rainy days, swallows fly low, and during earthquakes, pigs and dogs become restless. Compared to humans, who stand at the top of the food chain but have become increasingly pampered and degenerate, animals are often more sensitive to nature.
The bizarre energy invaded the entire world. Besides elite creatures like Hellhounds, other creatures also underwent significant changes: ferocious, violent, murderous, cruel.
Rabbits, once docile in their cages, might bite off your finger in one bite; the lazy cats on couches could pierce their owner's throat with their claws, and those dogs once dubbed loyal, could tear their owners to pieces in an instant.
Unlike the mutation of insects and the zombie state of humans, the changes in animals were more three-dimensional, a phenomenon of atavism. It took humans hundreds or even thousands of years to suppress their ferocity, only for it to regain control of their brains.
Five minutes passed. As the last screams faded, the entire Beast Fighting Arena fell into a strange atmosphere.
"Creak..."
Chen Feng pushed open the tightly shut door.
The smell of blood.
Unlike the previous mixture of noise and cheers, the Beast Fighting Arena was now suffused with a deathly aura that made one's scalp tingle.
Hundreds of humans lay in pools of blood, their final expressions frozen in terror, fear, bewilderment, and confusion. Compared to those whose expressions could still be discerned, there were more bodies that were bloodied and mutilated.
Severed limbs, broken arms, innards, blood...
In a corner, a corpse surrounded by coins caught Chen Feng's attention. One could vaguely see a colorful tattoo on its body, its neck bitten through, eyes devoured, and its plump right leg gnawed to the bone. Money? The owner who might have been counting coins a second ago had turned into a corpse in the next.
Money? Houses?
These words, which had occupied a lifelong struggle for humans, vanished completely amidst the Beast Fighting Arena's destruction, the brutal death of hundreds, and the butchered owner.
"Woo woo..."
A mournful howl broke Chen Feng's train of thought. A dozen blood-soaked monsters appeared before him. They were undoubtedly the Bulldogs from earlier, now covered in blood plasma, hackles raised, eyes blood-red and filled with savage ferocity.
In contrast to before, these once loyal dogs, meant to please humans, had become deathly harbingers.
The murderers did not leave. They clearly targeted Chen Feng as their next prey.
"SI...xk...po..."
The Inferior Demon stepped out.
Standing about four meters tall, the Inferior Demon, like a heap of carrion, straightened up and opened its wide mouth menacingly. The overwhelming stench momentarily overpowered the surrounding scent of blood.
"Get lost!"
Chen Feng stood in front, facing the beasts who had just ended hundreds of lives, with a solemn expression and an eerie calm and indifference.
Survival of the fittest.
From now on, this world will not grant special favors just because you show some pity. On the contrary, cowardice and timidity will more likely spur death.
An eerie scene.
Dozens of vicious, bloodthirsty Bulldogs, a decaying and ugly creature - though Chen Feng's stature seemed meager compared to these predators, his momentum increased sharply thanks to the Inferior Demon's presence.
"Woo woo..."
A slender Bulldog howled, prompting the others to stop. Finally, it took a long look at Chen Feng and turned to leave.
"Has a leader appeared so soon?"
Watching the retreating figure, Chen Feng frowned slightly, "This Bulldog's control over the group, achieving this in just a few minutes, clearly shows it has the potential to become an elite creature."
Once there weren't any Bulldogs in sight, Chen Feng took a deep breath. Unknowingly, his back was soaked in cold sweat.
Although the Inferior Demon was generally stronger than these Bulldogs, it was, after all, solitary. There could inevitably be lapses while trying to protect itself.
It was a complete gamble just now.
Luckily...
Chen Feng was fortunate to scare away these ferocious creatures.
The Beast Fighting Arena fell silent once more, but Chen Feng had no intention of using it as a base. Apart from worrying that the Bulldogs might return in a fit, the place reeked too strongly. Zombies and insects, attracted by the scent, were bound to show up.
He had to leave.
Determination filled Chen Feng's eyes.
The apocalypse descended, plunging all of J City into slaughter. Even possessing the Inferior Demon, Chen Feng was in peril. He had just awakened, his strength not yet enough for mass carnage. Before that, he needed to find a stable refuge.
Compared to fragmented forces, only national power had the capability to contend with this apocalyptic tide.
In the early days, ordinary firearms still had some lethality. After a period of confrontation and exchange of fire, military forces would take control within seven days.
Unlike other security institutions, the unity and duty to obey commands endow the military with unparalleled lethality in any era. In the early days of the apocalypse, military forces would take the upper hand, dividing Huaxia into several battle zones, eliminating those in civilian posts. Even promotions would be filled strictly by military ranks.
From an ordinary private all the way to general.
Besides, countless small forces would rise up: sects, gangs, mercenaries, battle groups. Among them were ambitious warlords seeking to carve out an empire, as well as monks devoted to aiding refugees, and criminals, basking in others' misery for their pleasure.
In short, anarchy ran rampant; resentment reached heavens, as demons and devils wreaked havoc on earth.
Of course, for Chen Feng, who ruled the world wasn't of concern. Surviving the next seven days was the utmost priority right now.
Steadying himself, Chen Feng then walked out of the room, intending to search for nearby convenience stores.
Seven days.
He must stock up on food until he found a suitable hiding fortress.
As for the dog arena behind him, and the deceased within, no one would care or mind.
In this chaotic land, the one thing in abundance was carnivores.
Soon, monsters would come to feast on these corpses.