Amid the ever-intensifying pollution, the entire city was shrouded in it.
Around Du Danping, melody became tangible, forming a barrier that resisted the storm that caused all things to mutate.
Hippocrates' swarm of insects drifted through the wind and rain, struggling desperately.
The pollution transformed into a tornado. Countless bolts of Thunder flashed within it, while the howling wind destroyed even the houses built from sand and stone. Across the wasteland, a storm beyond all limits was taking shape.
If one could look down upon the planet from the universe, one would see a massive storm stretching across the land, as though the planet had opened one eye and awakened from a long slumber.
Within this storm that surpassed everything, even the clouds were churned apart, leaving an opening.
This formed a strange state.
On the outside, thunderstorms raged and Gale howled furiously.
On the inside, within the true utopia, sunlight fell, its dazzling radiance illuminating the earth.
Cleopatra was left with only half a body. The upper half had already been devoured by the pollution, blooming into a nauseating flower made of tentacles.
Lu Ban had been torn into pieces, his minced flesh splattering into every corner of the city as it slowly gathered back together at a snail's pace.
Du Danping knelt on one knee, the illusory piano in his hands shattered beyond recognition. He panted heavily as he looked toward Cleopatra's corpse.
As for Hippocrates, the remaining insects gradually gathered together, forming his battered shape.
"This storm is about to dissipate under the impact of the pollution. At least we protected the people of the other city-states."
Du Danping spoke softly. He was already weak and had little strength left. At this moment, he could not even help Hippocrates.
The doctor had no intention of treating himself,