Over Qingquan City.
A "Dragonfly" transport plane was circling along the edge of the Fifth Ring.
Gazing out of the cabin at the endless yellow-green fog, Bun Brother unconsciously clicked his tongue, surprise rising in his eyes.
The spore clouds gathered in the city center resembled a waterfall cascading from the clouds, looking from afar like a giant tree with lush branches.
The towering trunk devoured the earth, its sprawling branches invaded the sky.
Were there really weapons in existence that could destroy this thing?
Even if it were a nuclear bomb...
A faint chill crept up his gaze, and Bun Brother shook his head and picked up the walkie-talkie slung over his shoulder, shouting,
"Are you guys ready?"
Accompanied by the crackling sound of electric current, Old White's intermittent voice came through the headset.
"OK."