Divine Martial Arts in the Apocalypse

"Help! Somebody, please! Someone's going to die!"

The desperate cries and the continuous roar rang in his ears as Wujue’s eyes snapped open.

All around him was chaos: wounded people lay sprawled on the ground, debris scattered everywhere, and strange metallic monsters—vehicles he had never seen before—overturned and wailing with piercing alarms.

Where had he ended up? Once a renowned warrior monk of Great Forest Temple, Wujue could only recall that before he lost consciousness, he had been locked in a life-or-death battle with a vicious martial villain. Now, in this unfamiliar world, he was gripped by bewilderment.

He surveyed his surroundings warily and slowly stood up.

A bloodied man grabbed his arm, pleading, "Brother, please help! My wife and child are trapped in the car. I can't move it by myself. Help me, I beg you!"

Following the man's gesture, Wujue saw a black vehicle overturned nearby. As a monk of Great Forest Temple, it was his duty to aid those in peril without hesitation. He agreed at once, rushed over, and grasped the car’s undercarriage. Applying his strength, he realized at once that this thing was no ordinary weight.

The car weighed at least five or six hundred pounds. Even with all his martial prowess, lifting it was a daunting task.

He marveled—what sort of contraption was this? Where did it come from?

Lost in thought, he was interrupted by the man saying, "We can’t move it together. I’ll find more help—please wait here!"

But before the man could l