The rain of fire showed no sign of stopping.
The searing heat turned into waves of hot air that disturbed the clouds high above.
A corrosive acid rain was about to fall.
Standing blankly outside the basin, a Mutant with somewhat mottled scales stared dazedly at the disaster in the distance. His lips trembled, and the sack of crushed Spirit Crystals slung over his shoulder dropped to the ground with a thud.
The dim Spirit Crystals rolled away. Even though he was so hungry that his head spun and he could only crawl forward bit by bit, he had been unwilling to eat them. Yet at this moment, they were treated like worthless garbage, completely ignored.
At this moment, not one of the Mutants who had hurried back from outside had the heart to pick them up.
The red glow that blotted out the sky was reflected in their vertical pupils.
He saw it. He saw the earth being devoured amid the constantly falling lava, and he saw his home, engulfed by layer upon layer of flames and reduced to a lake of fire.
They saw it. They saw their loved ones die in this disaster.
"A Zhi! Hua Lin!"
The sturdy Mutant man collapsed onto the ground, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.
He burst into loud sobs. Even though this middle-aged Mutant had not cried out when Snake Hawk tore away half his arm, at this moment he collapsed on the ground like the most helpless child.
His hands and feet twisted wildly. His body convulsed in grief like a real snake, and the flesh on his body was rubbed raw and bloody against the ground.
Meaningless, heart-wrenching screams came from his mouth, as if he had even forgotten how to speak.
Several Mutants around him stood swaying in