Migration of the Continent

A once charming face now appeared utterly lifeless, devoid of its former vitality.

It was none other than another human strongman, Laurel!

Yates' eyes were filled with blood, making it almost impossible to see clearly. Nevertheless, he slowly got up and staggered over to Laurel's side.

He gently caressed Laurel's face, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. His heart felt as if it were gripped tightly, and he could hardly breathe.

"Why... why..."

The light in his eyes had completely faded, and he kept repeating this phrase.

He had never imagined that humans, who had already gained the ability to survive, would all die because of a blue light!

All humans had become puppets, completely devoid of consciousness.