Chapter 677

The picturesque Mesopotamian grasslands, with a gentle breeze sweeping over the hills and the wild beasts in the forests braying as if panicked and fearful.

The once idyllic scenes of cattle and sheep grazing, and deer frolicking had long vanished, replaced by groups of unwelcome guests.

Spectators from around the world, except for a few who could stand still and watch, either fled several kilometers away or were pinned to the ground, unable to move!

The battle had continued to this point, and while not incredibly intense, it had been quite brutal for the spectators!

As of now, those who had managed to escape to the distance were all strong mutants; the vast majority of ordinary people still stood in place helplessly.

They could not ensure their survival, and could only pray silently in their hearts, hoping to escape this catastrophe.

But who really cares about their life or death?