Clear sky over the sea, several small flying devices glided from low altitude, stirring the sea’s ripples, then hovered above the water. In one of the flying devices’ bridges, an information officer looked toward the distant dark stormy sky and measured the data on the weather radar, then spoke.

"Less than 200 nautical miles from the doomsday cyclone, no target found in the area."

Thud, thud, thud.

Chen Yanshu quickly stepped to the main window, gazing solemnly over the sea in front, a few shades of dark anger in his eyes.

Beside him stood a young man wearing a hood, with sharp eyes, who spoke in a low voice at this moment: "No death trail, that group should be heading north. With their methods, they have quite a bit of assurance to deal with the doomsday storm. It looks like they plan to go to Hawaii and then turn towards the South American continent."

After finishing, he glanced at Chen Yanshu’s gloomy face: "Your dark gear, it should not be recoverable."

This person was the one who had encountered Lin Xian in Akse before, sitting in the Black Rose Bar, drinking, the Holy Revelation code named Moon Shadow, responsible for ’sniffing’.

Bang!

Crack, crack!

An electronic device in Chen Yanshu’s hand was suddenly crushed, splattering fragments, causing those in the bridge to glance, then turn away after sensing Chen Yanshu’s chilling anger.

"Mysterious radio, floating bracelet, flashing bullets combined with No.1 disaster plant, Silver Dragon Ten Thousand Mistakes, and a blood vine clearly of the proliferative system, I cannot understand how Lin Xian could survive from the subspace collapse of the gear."

Chen Yanshu closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, continually thinking about the parts he overlooked.

"Silver Dragon is a dimensional system disaster plant, but it doesn’t have spatial crossing capability and absolutely couldn’t escape collapse and mark!"

"Who knows." Moon Shadow shrugged: "According to reliable intelligence, Lin Xian showcased a superpower similar to a spatial black hole more than once in Xilan City and Dawn City. Moreover, their team includes superpower users from the Electrical System and Divine Speed systems..."

Chen Yanshu glanced at Moon Shadow, chilly: "Forget Divine Speed, that Electrical System is just a kid in their teens, still hasn’t developed combat power in Dawn City, could he in such a short time possess the capabilities to let their group cross over?"

After saying that, his expression became more grim, speaking in a low voice.

"Lin Xian’s mechanical superpower has unknown developments, one time using electricity, another time using black holes, impossible to directly resolve this person, didn’t expect him to take a submarine I left and still escape from Giant Ocean God and subspace collapse, what other cards does he have?!"

"He’s the Sword Holder, Ye Lan protected him, maybe she gave him several life-saving cards from Nightwalker and Xinghua, otherwise I can’t figure how they survived crawling out of the hunting grounds on Sea Rock Island." Moon Shadow sighed, looking at Chen Yanshu: "Still able to sense the black gear?"

Chen Yanshu shook his head: "Can’t catch up."

Moon Shadow sneered: "Looks like Hua Xiaoling was right again."

"No matter, I’m just missing a taboo item to use."

Chen Yanshu took a long breath, eyes gazing toward the distant dark sky, then turned and walked away: "The more they are obsessed with Master’s power..."

"The closer they are to the New World!"

...

The Hawaiian Islands located in the central Pacific Ocean were once internationally renowned tourist destination, the islands’ tourism industry extremely developed, with a city area over 2,000 square kilometers and a population exceeding a million, but after Apocalypse Day, this place was swiftly forgotten by the world, becoming an isolated island at sea.

At 4:12 in the afternoon, sunlight spilled on the white beaches of the Hawaiian Islands, the sky dome was that kind of crisp blue, pure without a trace of impurity, the scorching light beamed unrelentingly on all surfaces, reflecting dazzling white light.

Oahu Island’s coastline winding, the seawater remained shockingly blue, clear to the bottom where colorful coral clusters could be seen, but what should have been a picture of snow waves kissing golden sands was thoroughly distorted, the beach having turned into a decayed graveyard for living dead roaming wantonly, everywhere rotting corpses and zombie hordes baked by sunlight to appear shriveled.

Heat waves steaming, air blending thickly with the stench of pungent decay and the distinctive salty tang of seawater, the sea breeze mercilessly churned the beach’s debris, postcards printed with cartoon palm trees trampled to shreds, pieces of swimsuits stained with dark red marks intertwined with the trunks of dead palm trees, an inflated flamingo half-buried in the sand, vivid pink now covered by a layer of black mold.

On the endless white sandy beach, the spots once occupied by sunbathing tourists were now seized by shadows stumbling diversely.

Woo, woo!

From the distant horizon, the roar of an extraterrestrial visitor broke the island’s silence, as a colossal train spanning four kilometers resisted, casting a vast shadow on the beach, swiftly sweeping over from the deep blue sea, enveloping a swathe of shuffling zombies, the hull armor reflecting cold metallic luster under intense light, revealing storm traces, bullet craters, metal surface deformed from high temperatures, and scorch marks left by overloaded static electric field generators, although fortunately it did not suffer direct attacks, the hull didn’t sustain severe damage.

The living dead seemed disturbed by the immense sound and shadow, sluggishly halting their meaningless wanderings, cloudy eyeballs all turning skyward in unison.