But Hill could see, outside his territory, countless tornado columns were howling, and the sky began to flash with lightning and roar with thunder.
In the gigantic screen, the fierce wind carried torrential rain and blazing flames on the ground, charging straight at the demon army.
This will that could shroud the entire world, shielded like a dome over the starry sky, paired with such a wildly raging natural consciousness, made Hill understand why the natural consciousness was so naive and bewildered.
There must have once been a Nature God in this world, but it was killed, its divine soul dissipated. Even the godly body was turned into this curtain.
The natural consciousness was now feeling the agony of its predecessor's death. Without fully venting it out, it would not stop.
Hill did not plan to interfere with the few starry kingdoms teetering in the starry sky. He quietly sank into meditation, hoping to soothe the near-breaking natural consciousness.
