The lead-gray clouds that were filled with dust from the nuclei hovered quietly in the sky like a mass of thick ink that could not be dissolved. They filtered the sunlight outside the atmosphere and sprinkled a turbid and mournful glimmer of light onto this wilderness.
The Breeze hovered silently. It no longer had the sharp and whistling momentum from before.
The wind blew away the bloody smell in the air. It was as if nothing had happened. The world was silent.
The continuous sad roars in the wilderness gradually became hoarse and stopped. Dudian hugged Haisha’s body tightly like a sad beast sobbing. He had countless thoughts of begging in his heart. However, the god who looked down on the common people didn’t seem to care about his pleas.
Slowly, he felt that he didn’t even have the strength to cry. All the tears that flowed out of his body were like his consciousness and soul.
He felt dizzy as if his soul had been separated from his body.
