"Ye Qing, look, what's that? Doesn't it look like a large flock of birds circling in the sky?" Jiang Yan took out a pair of night-vision binoculars and looked towards the distance. After looking, she handed the binoculars to Ye Qing.
The horizon was as dark as ink, yet it seemed like there was a black vortex in one corner.
That vortex kept moving, displaying a certain rhythm amid the chaotic and flying blizzard.
Unfortunately, the temperature was too low and the distance too far; the thermal imaging device was unusable.
Ye Qing took the binoculars and carefully observed for a long time, but besides a swath of darkness, he saw nothing:
"It might be clouds. The probability of it being birds now isn't very high."
Having said that, he handed the binoculars back to Jiang Yan.
When the apocalypse commenced, the first natural disaster to occur was high temperature.
Birds that could survive in temperatures of seventy to eighty degrees were few and far between.
