Deep within the South District.

The iconic trucks of the "Scrap Metal Guild" were frantically retreating.

Inside the cab, President Li Xian stared at the rearview mirror, watching the encroaching black tide, his eyes nearly popping out. His whole body trembled with fat, cold sweat soaking through his clothes.

"It's over, it's really over this time! Even the weapons Hui-shen gave us can't hold back so many!"