The sky was dim.
It felt as though night was about to fall.
Yet it was actually afternoon.
A squad of Myriad Heavens Race warriors, all clad in Biochemical Armor and carrying hefty Magic Guns, was patrolling a stretch of withered wasteland.
As they warily watched their surroundings, especially the sky, the warriors chatted in low voices.
"Damn it! It feels like the sky is getting dark earlier and earlier."
"Yeah! A month ago, there were still three or four hours of daylight. Now there's less than two."
"Who knows when the weather will return to normal."
"Maybe it never will. After a while, perhaps the whole day will be night, with no daylight at all."
The final speculation silenced every Myriad Heavens warrior.
The Myriad Radiance People were a race accustomed to being active during the day. They simply could not imagine what life would become if the world turned into eternal night.
A second passed.
The team leader glanced back and snapped irritably, "Zhang Biao, you damned jinx. If you can't speak properly, shut your mouth."
The warrior called Zhang Biao gave an embarrassed chuckle.
For the next dozen seconds or so.
No one spoke again.
Only the crunching of combat boots trampling dry yellow grass echoed continuously.
This was the Blood-colored World.
Originally, this realm had been a Small World with rather flourishing vegetation.
Because of a great upheaval in the void, daylight in this world had gradually decreased.
This left the plants on the surface severely deprived of sunlight, causing vast numbers of them to wither and die.
One once-vibrant Small World after another had thus turned into expanses of yellowed botanical wasteland.
Just then.
The team leader spotted something and abruptly halted.
The warriors following behind him stopped as well.
Zhang Biao asked curiously, "Team