There was an eerie silence in the red mist. Suddenly, a faint roar came from all directions, like the roar of a demon, echoing through the empty abandoned factory. It was a twisted, abominable monster that emerged from the red mist as if it were a torrent unleashed by an open nightmare floodgate.

In the thick red mist, monsters of various shapes emerged from all directions, their bodies twisted and terrifying, as if they had crawled out of the deepest hell. Some of these monsters have huge claws, some spit venom from their mouths, and some even emit raging fire from their bodies. They ran wildly around, accompanied by a foul stench that brought an indescribable horror and disgust to the entire space.

At such a moment of crisis, Yang Cake seemed unusually calm. She was a beautiful and powerful woman, dressed in delicate silver armor with a determined glint in her eyes. On her armor, mysterious runes could be seen, as if whispering some kind of ancient spell.

In her hand, she held a radiant long sword, and there was a cold light flowing from the tip of the sword, which was her anger and determination against the monster.

In the encirclement of the monsters, Yang Cake took the unconscious Mu Yu to break through with difficulty. Mu Yu is a thin teenager, and his face still has a childish look on his face. He was carried by Yang Cake on his shoulder, and although he was unconscious, he still held the magic wand with divine light.

Yang Cake wields a long sword, and each sword dance takes the life of a monster. Her body was as nimble as flowing water, dodging the monster's attacks while plunging her sword into the monster's body. Blood splattered, and monsters fell one by one.

But these monsters seem to be endless, and despite Yang Cake's best efforts, he still can't open a way out. What's even more terrifying is that the attacks of these monsters are becoming more and more violent, as if they are driven by some mysterious force to become more powerful.

Just when Yang Cake felt desperate, Mu Yu suddenly let out a low moan. He woke up, and the magic wand in his hand began to glow softly. That light seemed so warm and safe to Yang Cake, she immediately held Mu Yu in her arms to protect him from harm.

Mu Yu's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance. He gripped his wand tightly and began to chant the ancient incantation. A mysterious power poured out of his hands, forming a huge curtain of light that tightly protected the two of them.

The monsters couldn't break through the light curtain, and could only roar and roar outside. Their attacks temporarily cannot damage Yang Cake and Mu Yu in the light curtain.

Yang Cake's gaze was fixed on the blood-colored monster group in front of him, and his heartbeat beat feverishly beat against his chest like a drum. Despite his efforts to keep his composure, the kitchen utensils in his hands had turned into killing weapons under his nervousness.

These kitchen utensils, which are usually used to cook food, have now become deadly weapons against monsters. Under the skillful use of poplar cakes, they seem to be infused with strange powers, shining with a cold light. He clutched a kitchen knife tightly, his heart filled with fear of the unknown, but more with determination and determination.

The scarlet monsters began to surge, and a foul smell filled the air. Yang Cake took a deep breath, silently reciting an ancient spell in his heart, and in an instant, the air around him seemed to freeze. In that moment, he established some kind of indescribable connection with the kitchen utensils in his hands, and he felt as if he had become their spirits, able to guide them to eliminate the threat in front of them.

It was originally an ordinary kitchen knife, but now it seems to be endowed with magical powers, and the blade shimmers in the moonlight. This is just the beginning, as more kitchen utensils fly out of the kitchen, as if they have life, and combine themselves into all kinds of sharp tools.

The surrounding monsters became denser and denser, and their tentacles, fangs, and claws scratched at Yang Cake and Mu Yu again and again. With each attack, Yang Cake could only barely block with his knife, while his back was surrounded by more monsters. He felt that his strength was being drained little by little, and with each swing of the knife it seemed as if he was going to use up all his strength

With Yang Cake's order, the kitchenware seemed to receive instructions, and instantly turned into a storm of lightning and cut through the blood-colored monster group. The monsters wailed one after another, and they fell one after another under the sudden attack. Yang Cake's heart was full of surprise and joy, and at the same time, he was puzzled by this sudden power. But he didn't have time to think, because he knew that they weren't completely out of danger.

After repelling the monster horde, Yang Cake quickly fled to an abandoned hut with the unconscious Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan. He cleverly set up simple traps with the kitchen utensils in his hand to keep out monsters that might come again. Although he was tired inside, his eyes were still firm.

Sitting in the corner, Yang Cake silently looked at the kitchenware in his hand, and his heart was full of emotions. These kitchenware have been in a life-and-death battle, stained with the blood of monsters, and his hands have been deeply scarred by it. He realized that from now on, he would be a true warrior to protect the peace of his loved ones and this world.

Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan slept quietly beside them, their faces still pale, but at least they had gotten rid of the frightened eyes they had before. The poplar cake gently covered them with some leaves to ward off the cold night wind. Then he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the power of this world.

As night fell, there was silence in the hut. Yang Cake sat there quietly, reverberating in his mind everything that had just happened. He was amazed at how he was able to turn kitchen utensils into killing tools and bravely fight those terrifying monsters. He knew that it wasn't his power, but the mysterious power of those kitchen utensils. This mysterious power confuses him and fills him with awe at the same time.

For the future, Yang Cake felt lost and uneasy. He knew that they needed to find a safe place to live, find medicine to heal Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan's wounds, and also find a way to learn more about this world.

Yang Cake fled to a safe place with Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan. He grabbed the hands of the two of them tightly and shuttled through the encirclement of the monsters. They planned their route very precisely, using the kitchen clutter and furniture as cover to evacuate as quickly as possible.

On the way, Yang Cake would look back from time to time to observe the situation of Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan. Although they didn't wake up, Yang Cake could feel their body temperature and heartbeat. He knew that they were only temporarily unconscious, and that they were fine.

Finally, with the unremitting efforts of Yang Cake, they escaped safely to a no-man's corner. Yang Bao breathed a sigh of relief, he sat down against the wall, and tightly protected Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan in his arms. At this point, he felt his consciousness gradually regain and his thinking became clearer.