The process went very smoothly, as people fled in agony under the Red Sun.
As the Red Sun descended, scorching lava surged forth, evaporating mountains and rivers completely. People fled like ants, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
The Master of the End of All Things watched coldly over it all, unshaken, showing no pity.
Indeed, no High Dimensional beings came out to stop Him.
—But the one who stood against Him was a nineteen-year-old young life.
Under the Red Sun, the sky was full of glowing colors.
The flames of destruction raged. The screams of people mixed with explosions and fireworks, the glow of flames reflecting their faces full of despair.
—Yet a purple-haired youth moved against all living beings.
As if mimicking the actions of a protagonist from literature, this purple-haired youth stood under the burning Red Sun of Luowasha, raised his head, and stared at the fiery sky, shouting loudly:
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