The demons poured out of hell like nightmares, raging in the bloody twilight. Their limbs grew thicker, as if they contained infinite strength, and each step trembled beyond the ground, making the earth tremble. Some demons suddenly gave birth to wings, and the black-red wings were like the wings of bats, cutting through the air and flying with the violent desires of the demons.

The fangs and claws became their signature, like fallen angels, who tore apart everything that stood in their way with their sharp fangs. The stone slabs of the streets were deeply marked by their claws, as if the city was also trembling with their ferocity.

And those demons with horns, the horns on their heads seem to be the crown of hell, symbolizing the supreme rule. They stand proudly in the center of the city, their eyes revealing contempt and contempt for everything. The 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 is a reflection of hell, the smell of blood fills the air, and the bright red liquid gathers in the streets into terrible traces left by demons. Screams, cries for help, and wails are intertwined, echoing around every corner of the city, like a symphony of death.

The civilians fled helplessly, but the demons pursued everyone mercilessly like a storm, their eyes devoid of humanity, only endless indifference and murderous intent. Rivers of blood, corpses littered, and the streets of the city turned into passages to hell, each a symbol of despair.

This city, once a place of laughter and hope, is now the cradle of death. The ravages of demons have plunged the world into a dark abyss, innocent lives have been taken away, hope has been stifled, and the golden pupils are even more terrifying in this bloody background, like the pupils of the devil, revealing irresistible strength and malice.

Looking down from the sky, even though daylight still hangs over the city, the sight that catches your eye is eerie. The whole city seemed to be plunged into endless darkness, shrouded in a thick demonic atmosphere. The streets were deserted, the windows on the rooftops were closed, and the common people were hiding in their shelters for fear of being provoked by this terrible demonic siege.

Only the Adepts, dressed in all their costumes, stepped forward to defend the city. Their figures flickered through the gloomy streets, with resolute courage and a will to protect the city. Armed with sigils in their hands, they wield a variety of abilities to fight these demons.

The power of the Strangers formed a brilliant light in the air, piercing the "darkness" as if they were messengers of hope. They do not fear death, they do not shrink back from the ferocity of demons. When the demons pounced, the Adepts unleashed a roaring energy attack, bursting with blazing light that knocked the demons back with each bit.

In this life-and-death showdown, the demons roared and the onslaught poured in like a flood, but the Adepts persevered. Their abilities unleash fire, arcs, frost, and a variety of abilities that push the demons back one step at a time. Every collision is a meeting of hope and despair, a contest between life and death.

In the streets, the screams of demons mingle with the roars of the Adepts, forming an unusual symphony of battles. The unity and bravery of the Strangers light up a ray of light in the city, as if it were a beacon in battle.

Demons rage, but these Powers are the city's last line of defense. With their own strength, they guarded innocent lives and guarded this city that once laughed and hoped. Under the threat of demons, they persevered, continued to fight, and continued to fight for hope.

Although the city is still shrouded in darkness, the efforts of the Adepts make the gloom shine brightly. They are a kind of belief, a kind of perseverance, and a kind of unyielding courage. The Adepts pass on their hopes, and in order to restore the dawn of the cities and to prolong their lives, they will fight the demons to the end.

In this corpse-strewn city, Yan Hanjun rushed by like a wind. His gaze was resolute, unswayed by the sight of death around him, and he did not hesitate to walk through it even when there was a river of blood and a mountain of corpses. His eyes shone with determination, like an indestructible star.

Yan Hanjun's footsteps are steady and firm, and he has only one goal in mind: to find the source of the demon's appearance and stop this terrible disaster. His robes sloed, his hair swaying in the wind, and he streaked like a meteor across the night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope.

Yan Hanjun desperately crossed the streets, over the corpses, and jumped over the pools of blood that flowed all over the ground, he didn't care about the things around him, he just wanted to run to the institute as fast as possible.

Those demons transformed from the supernatural were extremely brutal, but in front of Yan Hanjun, it seemed that they had temporarily lost their fighting spirit. They either retreated or dodged from afar, as if there was a strange power in Yan Hanjun's body, which made them dare not move.

Yan Hanjun's face was fearless, and his eyes revealed unshakable determination. He knew he had to get to the source of the demon and stop the catastrophe from spreading. He didn't have time to bother with his surroundings, he just focused on the direction he was heading, quickly approaching the source of the demon.

Yan Hanjun hurried to the door of the research institute, and as far as he could see, he saw a group of demons neatly lined up in the doorway. Unlike the crazy demons on the streets, these demons seem to be more sane, holding a variety of weapons and standing there, as if guarding the institute, becoming an impregnable line of defense.

Although the faces of the demons were hideous, there was a hint of vigilance and calmness in their eyes. Their movements were neat and orderly, like trained soldiers, showing that they had prepared for Yan Hanjun's arrival.

The snatching weapon flashed with cold light, and the powerful energy weapon was tightly held in the hands of the demons, and after seeing Yan Hanjun, he aimed all his guns at Yan Hanjun, ready to attack at any time. The demons' eyes were locked on Yan Hanjun, without a trace of wavering, as if they had foreseen Yan Hanjun's coming.

Yan Hanjun stopped, his gaze firmly scanning the group of demons in front of him. He knew that this was the source of the demon and that he had to stop it. He guessed that this was indeed the source he was looking for.

At this moment, a woman walked out of the gate of the research institute, and the woman was wearing a tight black and red outfit, highlighting her tall figure and graceful lines. Her skin was as white as snow and exuded a cold beauty. The ponytail hung high from the top of the head and fluttered in the wind, looking capable and feminine.

Her face is delicate and pretty, with a hooked nose and a slender chin that outlines a noble silhouette. However, there was a hint of coldness between her brows, as if there was an impeccable majesty in her indescribable eyes.

The golden pupils occupied her entire eyeball, like two brilliant gems, shimmering with an elusive light in the darkness. Her eyes revealed a kind of strength and arrogance, as if she was looking down on all beings from above.

And the tattoo on her forehead adds a mysterious atmosphere to her. This tattoo may seem simple, but it contains unlimited power and dominating power, as if it is a symbol of her status, and people can't help but feel a sense of awe.

She is tall and slender, and she is graceful, but beneath her beautiful exterior lies great strength and fierce nature. The muscles of her limbs are solid and powerful, her fangs and claws shimmer with sharp light, and the wings spread out behind her back are like black-red ghosts, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

The woman's appearance and temperament complement each other, and the whole person exudes a cold and proud atmosphere. Although his face is good, there is no trace of gentleness, but it reveals a chilling coldness. The tattoo of the king on her forehead is full of majesty, as if to symbolize some kind of status and power. It has both a beautiful appearance and a powerful aura. She is like a proud queen, standing there, making people feel an irresistible coercion.

The woman's brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze swept sharply at Yan Hanjun. There was a cold light flashing in her golden pupils, as if she had already seen everything, as if it was a silent duel, and the aura between the two was intertwined.

In the end, it was the woman who spoke first with a concerned greeting: "Xiao Yan, I knew you would come here." As you can guess, this is where it comes from. ”

"yes, I guessed it was you, too! Mr. Wang, I never expected that you would do such a thing! Yan Hanjun shouted blame in his eyes, and asked Wang Lei in a questioning tone.

It's not hard to guess, although Ye Ning hasn't taken the Dawn Elixir, judging from the digital display of the instrument that Ye Ning just had in the hospital, Yan Hanjun is too familiar. Isn't that what makes up the Elixir of Dawn?

As for the development of the dawn elixir, Yan Hanjun was only slightly involved, and the most important development team was the team led by Wang Lei. Wang Lei is the ultimate person in charge and the main R&D personnel.

Yan Hanjun was just guessing at first, and he wasn't sure, maybe other researchers did something? But after coming downstairs, Yan Hanjun was completely sure. This group of people are all experimenters of Wang Lei's potion, the main members of Wang Lei's team, so it is self-evident who their leader is.

Seeing that Wang Lei was silent, Yan Hanjun opened his mouth and asked directly: "Why are you doing this?!" That's not what we really wanted! ”