The Sorcerer world, twenty-seventh ring District.
The terrifying vortexes filled the sky, like huge and terrifying eyes that stared at the vast land.
It was emotionless and cold, looking down on all living beings like ants.
The heavenly Dao was emotionless, and the rules were even more so. It would never change in the slightest because of the demands of the common people.
The twenty-seventh ring had experienced a series of turmoil and had completely changed its appearance. It was full of ruins and broken walls.
The people were in misery and suffering.
The once green mountains and clear waters had long changed their appearance and looked even more dilapidated.
Between the grass and the waves, there were countless corpses, giving off a stinky smell.
There were also all kinds of demonic ghosts that bred in this disaster, wantonly harming innocent living beings.
