They were either devoured by the insectoid swarm or scared witless, now trembling in some unknown corner, barely clinging to life.
This insectoid swarm had brought about a devastating reset to Linchuan's ecosystem.
「An hour later.」
Everyone fell silent when the familiar outline of the temporary camp came into view.
The once bustling marketplace was now a complete wreck.
The tents and hovels, built from steel frames and thick canvas, had all vanished. Only the bare ground and some mangled, gnawed-on metal supports remained.
Many of the surviving Hunters were numbly clearing the rubble, their faces a mixture of dazed confusion and lingering fear from having escaped death.
Lin Ye's gaze swept over the crowd and landed on a familiar figure.
Zhang Fu was sitting dejectedly beside a pile of scrap metal, clutching a warped metal box to his chest—it was everything he owned.
His face was a mask of endless despair.
'Home... gone again.'
