บท 205: Apocalypse

It was 10:30 in the morning, seven to eight hours before the sky turned dark.

Their hours were numbered, even Huang Jiahui and the other ladies who were cooking had put down what they were doing to help carry the gravel.

The cockpit’s windshield was broken while the inside was blocked by a great amount of soil. To get through the round aircraft’s head, the only option they had was to clear a path among the gravel in the cockpit, and dig from the inside.

Luo Yuan was standing in front, and he used his sharp Zhanmadao to slice through humongous rocks that weighed tonnes, into smaller pieces weighing hundreds of kilos each. The rest quickly helped to move the rocks away.

With Wang Shishi’s capability equivalent to that of six people, she was the most efficient one. She used her telekinesis to levitate pieces of gravel and soil, forming a river on top of their heads. They went through the metal door and into the cabin, one by one.