At the end of the street, what happened was really only a tiny microcosm of the great apocalypse event.
Similar situations were unfolding in many places.
In the dark void.
A gigantic mirror ship, wrapped in dazzling streams of light, swiftly sliced across the pitch-black curtain of nothingness.
A closer look revealed that within every mirror on this ship lived a civilization.
And every civilization possessed hundreds of millions of lives.
Compared to the other races of the Day Mirror Domain, a civilization with barely over a hundred million lives might not count as a great civilization. But one had to know that this mirror ship was made up of countless mirrors. In other words, in terms of total numbers, this mirror ship might carry an incalculable number of living beings!
And this mirror ship was the famed Wandering Forest!
Wandering Forest claimed to house "ten thousand races," which might have been a little exaggerated. But even if it did not truly have ten thousand races, it certainly had a thousand.
Because at this moment, nearly a thousand representatives of varying appearances had gathered in Wandering Forest's captain's conference room. They were the representatives of every race aboard Wandering Forest.
They assumed all manner of forms. Some lightly clutched emerald leaves, their figures as graceful as elves; some looked human, yet merged with the trees beside them, bark becoming their skin and branches and leaves transforming into their limbs.
Some possessed none of the usual humanoid outline at all, wholly taking the forms of vegetation, unfurling vines and flower buds; there was even a lifeform formed from countless spores, seemingly scattered and disorderly, yet occasionally gathering into the shape of a living creature...
At this moment, these bizarre beings had all assembled together, listening to an elder in beast form