Master of the End Times

No matter how many times they had learned about it in school, he was petrified, this being his first time seeing the actual thing. No one knew what kind of creatures were lurking behind the crack, waiting for the slightest opportunity to pounce out. It could be the devil himself, for all we knew, coming to destroy the world.

The rift was expanding ever so slowly. It was only about half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide, but the potent disorientation from something so alien in nature had the people on the road screaming their heads off, leaving their cars behind and running for their lives.

The tear did not stop expanding.

And then, all of a sudden, from the midst of the rift, a figure appeared.

It looked like a soft-skinned, and slightly bloated baby. Bathed in a strange yellow and green color, a terrible stench came out from its hair.

The infant crawled with much difficulty out of the crack and then dropped down onto the ground.

Falling from such heights should have caused death, or at the very least, injuries. The baby’s arms and legs, however, were still mobile. Picking itself up, it raised its massive head, allowing people to see what the grotesque incarnation looked like.

Alright, alright. That was not a baby. It was a monster, one with a pair of humongous semi-convexed scarlet eyeballs, disproportionately larger than its deformed head. Its unnaturally vast mouth resembling a demented clown stretched far to its ears, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth. And unlike a human, its teeth had the sharpness of a wolf, easily able to tear through the toughest of flesh.

They were man-eating creatures!

“It’s a razor-fanged infant!!!” the crowd screamed in utter, unabashed horror.

A razor-fanged infant, according to the federal textbook, was the lowest category of G3 monsters, but it had a very special trait—it lived in a group!

So, as the first razor-fanged infant landed, the second, and third appeared right after. These razor-fanged infant’s crawl may look clumsy, but whenever a prey caught their large eyes, they would suddenly pick up speed and leap into the air, viciously tearing at their victim’s throats with their sharp teeth!

“Arghhh!!!” A man screamed. He swiftly drew the weapon strapped on his waist and pointed it at the infant abomination!

Bang!

The unmistakable sound of gunfire echoed in the streets. The already chaotic road had now turned into hell.

Four to five razor-fanged infants were killing people, freely devouring them on the streets like wolves among a flock of sheep.

One of them pounced on Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao’s eyes widened, and his mind went completely blank as he scrambled to find a way to defend himself. Like it was in all textbooks, they were merely unsubstantial, general bullshit that gave its reader little to imagine what a real situation would be like. The grappling techniques they had learned were not fast enough to cope with the creature’s devilish speed and tiny stature.

Of course, this was also due to the constraints of strength. Even a sixteen-year-old teenager who had just awakened his abilities and force was only at G1 tier.

At that very moment, a pair of skinny yet strong hands shoved Zhou Hao aside hard!

Zhou Hao recognized that silhouette!

It was Qin Feng!!