Thick black smoke rose to the sky.
After countless tall towers shattered, the rusty tower forest did not welcome clear skies but instead was enveloped in even denser darkness.
The scorching wind, mixed with a pungent odor, roared in the sky, billowing smoke spreading in all directions.
Originally, the Death Skull Village had long become a wasteland.
Now, on the scorched ground, a massive furnace was radiating waves of heat, like a black monster crouching on the earth.
The terrifying flames had been burning for two days and nights.
Countless Steel Flying Birds circled in the air, rising and falling in swarms, dragging ropes to toss materials into the furnace in truckloads.
In the factory composed of gigantic machinery, continuous roaring sounded.
