Magnetic Hurricane
Editor: Atlas Studios
Qin Mu raised his head to look at Luofu Heaven. The pyramid-shaped sacrificial altars were erected on a place far away. Through a thin layer of fog, they could faintly see the sacrificial altar where Saint Woodcutter and Fu Riluo were at.
Fu Riluo's heaven and earth were like an erected painting. There were many places that were black and white, having no other colors. When the volcanoes erupted, they were like fireworks during festive occasions, lighting up this painting of mountains and rivers so it was not too monotonous.
They could still see the shattered pieces of the stars falling from the sky. Next, fire snakes began to descend from the sky. Even though the speed looks very slow, it was actually terrifyingly fast.
The sacrificial altar where Saint Woodcutter and Fu Riluo were at was a thousand miles away. Even if they saw it, it was just a tiny speck.