The horror descended upon the entire continent, chaos spread across the world!
The initially fragile Western Continent was the first to suffer an attack.
A few converts from the Luon Civilization stood on a spaceship.
The leader, towering at three hundred meters, emitted a dense black fog, with only a pair of scarlet eyes faintly visible amidst it.
"Year after year, the flowers look similar, but year after year, people change."
"As one grows older, one realizes the preciousness of life. The Beautiful New World, under My Lord's leadership, has no disputes, yet compared to the diversity of the Pangu Continent, it truly falls short."
His heart had long been submerged in coldness and cruelty, and gazing at the chaotic world with smoke rising everywhere, he felt a faint pleasure, as if humanity had revived within him once more.
