Five Trumpet Blasts (Please Subscribe)

Compared to the Central Plains, the Western Ocean, lacking many defenders, had fallen into utter chaos. The stench of filth, death, turbidity, and sin emerged from every corner of the Western Ocean, and at that moment, Michael sounded the fifth trumpet.

Scarlet gleams began to emerge along the border between the Central Plains and the Western Ocean, steadily drawing closer to the Central Plains' interior. These scarlet gleams were spatial rifts, similar in concept to the white jade gates through which angels descended from Heaven into the mortal world.

Using the meteor fragments that had fallen earlier to stabilize themselves, these scarlet gleams gradually seized the lands and seas near the Central Plains.

They were rifts radiating bloody light, from which clusters of blackish-red mist poured forth, dyeing the surrounding land a dark blood-red. The nearby seas had already been affected by the previous trumpet blasts, and now they twisted the surrounding laws and principles without cease.

One rift after another was forcibly pried open, joining together into a single expanse and revealing the scene within.

It was a land forever steeped in sin. Flames erupted from the ground from time to time, while lava flowed like rivers and spread across the earth. Other than the smell of sulfur, the air held only the scent of blood.

Indescribably violent, chaotic, sinful, and destructive power surged across that land.

As the rifts grew ever larger, some people were able to see through the layers of mist and blood-red haze that all manner of strange and grotesque creatures were slaughtering one another upon the land.

With every breath, every instant, tens of thousands of creatures turned into bloody flesh-mud and merged into the lava, becoming part of that flowing liquid.

The horrifying battles, the endless slaughter, and the monsters carpeting the earth