There was a bloody and chaotic battle taking place in the sky. A huge monster died and fell. Then Hubbard looked up and saw a person in black in the air.

No, it wasn’t a person. He had a human body but behind him was a pair of huge black wings. He was a heterogeneous.

By the time Hubbard saw him, the figure was falling down. Thus, he only existed briefly in Hubbard’s vision.

Yet this brief second was enough to leave his soul blank.

“Where are you going?” His teammates shouted at him but he didn’t hear it clearly. It was as if the sound was coming from a far away place.

Hubbard rushed to the place where the man fell. This place was neglected. It was covered in vines and weeds grew wildly at his feet. Nothing can be seen on the surface and the cliff was behind him.

His eyes narrowed as he stepped forward with the machine gun. He opened the vines and searched through the waist-height grass. There seemed to be the illusion of panting in his ears. He turned sharply only to see the grass swaying in the wind.

“Is someone there?” he shouted.

The panting sound seemed to increase but there was also a noise coming from behind him to the right. He looked there and his eyes stopped sharply.

A thousand metres away, the left rear side of the institute building. It was the place where the wind turbine was located. Several triangular sails were spinning wildly in the wind.

At this moment, several white thorny tentacles were rolling up the column of the power generation tower and twisting the shaft in the center of the windmill. The tentacles were strong and the rotation of two power generating towers was gradually stopping.

The purpose of the monster obviously wasn’t limited to this. The thorns and bumps on the tentacles were rising. Hubbard had spent most of his life in the wilderness and experienced hundreds of battles. He knew the monster was about to uproot the power generating tower.

The heart of the melee was the open space in front of the institute. People were unlikely to notice the power generating towers in the distance, not to mention that the colour of the monster was so similar to the tower.

Of course, the most important reason was that there was no time. The third power generating tower stopped spinning. The tentacles were shaking slightly because of the force.

Hubbard wasn’t clear on the importance of these towers but it could be imagined. The communication equipment and scientific research facilities of the institute, including the device that created the sea of red fire An Zhe had just walked into, all needed a lot of power supply.