The orange fireball carried a scorching blaze wind, blowing away the heavy night.
The sky and clouds and hills and earth, everything turned red.
An endless expanse of red, dark and vivid red, sky-covering and sun-blocking red, carried a surging hot breath, rushing forward, seemingly igniting the atmosphere of bleakness and despair in the entire world, causing life under this red to tremble together, suffocated by it.
Zheng Qing felt that the scene before him was very familiar, he was sure he had seen it somewhere.
But he didn't have time to recall.
Boom!
Hundreds of fireballs fell on that small hill in the distance, for a moment creating the scene of a volcanic eruption, flying sand and stones, the stench spreading everywhere, smoke filled the air, the hundred-meter-high hill was violently blasted into a crater exhaling gray-white smoke.
