"Faster, faster!"
At the edge of the garbage mountain, many figures of different sizes were running at full speed, as if they were using all their strength.
Behind them, a huge, rolling dark cloud had already arrived. It was the terrifying storm that the Aboriginals had turned pale at the sound of it!
The dark clouds were formed by countless miniature robots. They had streamlined bodies and sharp serrated blades that could easily cut and tear anything. There were even assembly tools at their heads that could be switched at any time, making it easy for them to decompose and extract all kinds of garbage.
These miniature robots were like a dense Army of locusts, constantly moving forward in the air. When they got close to the garbage mountain, they began to disperse rapidly, like a large drop of viscous ink, beginning to spread in the clear water!
