The demons are like nightmares emerging from hell, wreaking havoc in the bloody dusk. Their limbs became thicker, as if they contained infinite strength. Every step they took made the ground tremble, making the earth tremble. Some demons suddenly sprouted wings. The black-red wings were like bat wings, cutting through the air and flying with the demons' violent desire.
Their fangs and claws have become their symbol, like fallen angels. They use their sharp fangs to tear apart everything that stands in front of them. The stone slabs on the street were deeply scratched by their claws, as if the city was also shaking from their ferocity.
And those demons with horns, the horns on their heads seem to be the crown of hell, symbolizing supreme rule. They stood proudly in the center of the city, with contempt and contempt for everything in their eyes. Golden pupils occupied their entire eyeballs, and the light in the pupils flickered like the flames of hell, as if they could see through the restlessness and end of every life.
The city turned into a reflection of hell, the smell of blood filled the air, and the bright red liquid gathered on the streets to form horrific traces left by demons. Screams, calls for help, and wails intertwined together, echoing in every corner of the city, like a symphony of death.
The civilians fled helplessly, but the demons were like a storm, chasing everyone mercilessly. There was no trace of humanity in their eyes, only endless indifference and murderous intent. Rivers of blood flowed, corpses lay everywhere, and the streets of the city turned into passages of hell. Everywhere was a symbol of despair.
This city, once a place of laughter and hope, has now become the cradle of death. The raging demons have plunged the world into a dark abyss, innocent lives have been taken away, and hope has been strangled. The golden pupils look even more terrifying against this bloody background, like the pupils of the devil, revealing irresistible power and power. Malice.
Looking down from the sky, even though daylight still shrouds the city, the sight that comes into view is eerie and terrifying. The entire city seemed to be plunged into endless night, shrouded in a thick demonic atmosphere. The streets were deserted, the windows on the roofs were shuttered, and the common people were hiding in their shelters for fear of being ensnared by this terrible demonic siege.
Only the superpowers, dressed in various costumes, stepped forward and shouldered the mission of protecting the city. Their figures flickered in the dark streets, with resolute courage and the will to protect the city. They hold the seals and control various powers to engage in fierce confrontation with these demons.
The power of the superpowers formed a bright light in the air, piercing the "darkness", as if they were messengers of hope. They are not afraid of death and do not shrink from the ferocity of the devil. When the demons rushed towards them, the superpowers launched a roaring energy attack and burst out with blazing light, knocking these demons away bit by bit.
In this life-and-death duel, the demons roared and attacks came like a flood, but the superpowers were unyielding. Their powers released fire, arcs, ice and all kinds of powers, pushing the demons back one step after another. Every collision is the intersection of hope and despair, the battle between life and death.
On the streets, the screams of demons and the roars of superpowers intertwined to form an unusual battle symphony. The unity and bravery of the superpowers lit up a ray of light in the city, like a beacon in the battle.
Although demons are raging, these superpowers are the city's last line of defense. They use their own strength to protect innocent lives and protect this city that once had laughter and hope. Under the threat of the devil, they remained unyielding, continued to fight, and continued to strive for hope.
Although the city is still shrouded in darkness, the efforts of the superpowers have made light shine in this gloom. They are a kind of belief, a kind of perseverance, and a kind of unyielding courage. The superpowers will pass on hope. In order to restore the dawn of each city and for the continuation of life, they will fight the devil to the end.
In this city littered with corpses, Yan Hanjun ran like a rushing wind. His gaze was resolute, unswayed by the death scenes around him. Even if there were rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, he would pass through them without hesitation. His eyes shone with determination, like an indestructible star.
Yan Hanjun's footsteps were steady and determined, and he had only one goal in his heart: to find the source of the devil's appearance and stop this terrible disaster. His robes rustled and his hair swayed in the wind. He was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope.
Yan Hanjun desperately crossed the streets, jumped over the corpses, and jumped over the pool of blood flowing on the ground. He didn't care about the things around him. He just wanted to run to the research institute quickly.
The demons transformed from superpowers were extremely cruel, but in front of Yan Hanjun, they seemed to have temporarily lost their fighting spirit. They either retreated or stayed away, as if Yan Hanjun had a strange power that made them afraid to take action. .
There was no fear on Yan Hanjun's face, and his eyes revealed unshakable determination. He knew that he had to rush to the source of the devil to stop the spread of this disaster. He didn't have time to pay attention to the surrounding scenes. He only focused on the direction he was going, quickly approaching the source of the devil.
Yan Hanjun hurried to the door of the research institute. As far as he could see, he saw a group of demons neatly lined up at the door. Different from the crazy demons on the streets, these demons seemed to be more rational. They were holding various weapons and stood there as if guarding the institute, becoming an impenetrable line of defense.
Although the faces of the demons are ferocious, their eyes reveal a hint of vigilance and calmness. Their movements were neat and orderly, like trained soldiers, showing that they were well prepared for Yan Hanjun's arrival.
The weapons flashed with cold light, and the powerful energy weapons were tightly held in the hands of the demons. After seeing Yan Hanjun, they pointed their guns at Yan Hanjun, ready to attack at any time. The demons' eyes were fixed on Yan Hanjun without any wavering, as if they had foreseen Yan Hanjun's coming.
Yan Hanjun stopped and glanced firmly at the group of demons in front of him. He knew that this was where the devil came from and where he had to stop it. He guessed that this was indeed the source he was looking for.
At this time, a woman walked out from the entrance of the institute. The woman was wearing a black and red tight-fitting outfit, which highlighted her tall figure and graceful lines. Her skin is as white as snow, exuding a cold beauty. The ponytail tied high hanging down from the top of her head, fluttering in the wind, looking capable yet feminine.
Her face is delicate and pretty, with a hook-like nose and slender chin outlining a noble outline. However, there was a hint of coldness between her eyebrows, as if there was an impeccable majesty in her eyes that could not be explained.
The golden pupils occupied her entire eyeballs, like two bright gems, shining with elusive light in the darkness. Her eyes revealed a kind of power and arrogance, as if she were an overlord looking down on all living beings from a high place.
The tattoo of the word "王" on her forehead adds a mysterious atmosphere to her. This tattoo seems simple, but it contains infinite power and dominance. It seems to be a symbol of her identity, making people involuntarily feel a sense of awe.
Her figure is tall and slender, showing grace and grace, but this beautiful appearance hides powerful strength and ferocious nature. The muscles of her limbs are solid and powerful, her fangs and claws are shining with sharp light, and the wings spread out behind her are like black and red ghosts, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
This woman's appearance and temperament complement each other, and her whole person exudes a cold and proud aura. Although he has a beautiful face, there is no trace of gentleness. Instead, he reveals a chilling coldness. The tattoo of the word "王" on her forehead is full of majesty, as if it symbolizes some kind of status and power. It not only has a beautiful appearance, but also exudes a strong aura. She was like a queen who looked down upon all living beings. Standing there, she felt an irresistible pressure.
The woman frowned slightly and glanced at Yan Hanjun sharply. Her golden pupils shone with a cold light, as if she had already seen everything, as if it was a silent duel, the auras between the two were intertwined.
In the end, it was this woman who spoke first with concern and greeting: "Xiao Yan, I knew you would come here. You can definitely guess that the source is here."
"Yes, I also guessed it was you! Teacher Wang, I never thought that you could do such a thing!" Yan Hanjun asked Wang Lei with a look of blame in his eyes and a questioning tone.
It's not difficult to guess. Although Ye Ning has never taken Dawn Potion, judging from the digital display of the equipment that Ye Ning just used in the hospital, Yan Hanjun is very familiar with it. Isn't this the composition of the Dawn Potion?
As for the development of Dawn Potion, Yan Hanjun was only slightly involved, and the most important development team was the team led by Wang Lei. Wang Lei is the final person in charge and the main R&D personnel.
Yan Hanjun was just guessing at first and was not sure. Maybe other researchers had tampered with it? But after arriving downstairs, Yan Hanjun was completely sure. This group of people are all experimenters of Wang Lei's potion and the main members of Wang Lei's team. It is self-evident who their leader is.
Seeing Wang Lei's silence, Yan Hanjun asked directly: "Why on earth are you doing this?! This is not our original intention!"
