When Ye Feng was deeply immersed in a state of merging regardless of the flow of time, the outside world, Earth, had already fallen into a profound deathly silence.
Panic, sorrow, loss, suffering, sadness, intent on death, all negative emotions filled every corner of Earth.
The once peaceful and prosperous Earth had become a desolate silence, the blood-red ground, the blood-red sky, turning Earth into a painting of life and death hues.
The desolation and silence within this canvas were so overwhelming, so despairing, that even when a will to survive emanated from each Earthling, it was like a fragile weed, so weak and insignificant.
Often, a technique would descend from the sky, throwing a city on Earth into panic and grief.
The believers in this city were either directly killed by the technique, or crippled by it.
