Chapter 315 Signs of Chaos

In the factory building, the solid ground that was once firm and secure had become soft like a cake expanding from heat, opening up terrifying cracks as the smooth concrete fragmented into pieces; the pillars supporting the ceiling collapsed like dominoes, shattering into several sections in an instant.

Those still standing atop were doomed to immediately lose their balance, fall into the gaping ground fissures, or be crushed into a bloody mass by the collapsing pillars and ceiling debris overhead.

Meng Zheng was no exception.

His face was pale, his physical and mental strength all but depleted, barely able to stand, much less escape the dire situation.

Just as he seemed destined to perish, someone reached out to help in time.

Meng Zheng felt himself being violently yanked by an invisible force, as if a giant hand had dragged him out of the factory, then carelessly flung him aside.