Night, firelight, flying ash falling from the sky, filled with a despairing emotion, accompanied by the sound of frantic screaming reverberating through the night fog.
Qin Ming's body was icy cold, his soul dimmed, as if falling into the pitch-black abyss, the glowing giant footprints violently struck his inner world.
"The world is like a calamity of fire." These short four words completely encapsulate his most genuine feeling at this moment.
A giant city, in an instant became black ashes, the entire city vanished without a sound, the myriad household lights extinguished in an instant.
Qin Ming left the secluded mountain range, his heart palpitating, arriving at a village outside the mountains, the edge area affected by the glowing footprints.
Flames soared to the sky, all houses burned, those villagers had vacant stares, all looking up into the sky, flames emerging from their heads, making guttural sounds with their mouths.
