"Don't worry, I can't speak for my other skills, but my ability to escape is unparalleled." Zu An was confident enough. Since his transmigration, he had been walking on the edge of life and death for many years, and he was already incredibly skilled in this area.
After saying this, fearing that the mermaid queen would continue to refuse, he waved his hand, and his figure transformed into a rainbow, chasing after the direction in which the sun was setting.
Because he didn't know the exact coordinates of the ten golden crows and Kuafu, he couldn't teleport to their side and could only chase after them.
However, after leaving Mount Ling, his expression gradually turned cold.
Mount Ling is a mysterious mountain range inhabited by countless powerful beings and reclusive experts. Therefore, what people initially saw in Mount Ling was that although it was hot, they were generally able to withstand it. Even the mountains, flowers, trees and plants were protected by formations created by various powerful beings to prevent them from being destroyed.
But as he went further out, he found that everything had changed.
The entire world seemed to be shrouded in a dazzling dark red.
Even the trees on the outskirts of Mount Ling were gradually beginning to give way. The leaves of the large trees turned yellow and withered, and cracks appeared in the trunks, spraying out resin of various colors, which then evaporated at an extremely fast speed.
Soon the lush forest turned into a graveyard of dead trees. No one knows which tree first produced a spark, which quickly turned into a sea of fire.
Many ferocious beasts flew out of it in a panic. It was clear that they were among the strongest of the beasts, while the weaker ones had already been scorched to death by the blazing sun.
But having left the shelter of the forest, they were soon exposed to the power of the ten suns, and many of them screamed as they burst into flames, eventually turning into charred remains.
Passing by a large river, the water suddenly boiled and filled the sky with bloody mist. Large fish and water monsters leaped out of it, but it was too late. Their flesh and blood tore off at a visible speed, and before they even fell back into the water, they were left with only skeletons.
He noticed a human tribe by the river and hurriedly flew over to try to rescue them.
The tribe was quite large, and although the buildings were simply made of piled stones, they already had the beginnings of a city, showing that it was originally a vibrant civilization.
But by then, there wasn't a soul in sight...
No, there are people everywhere!
The walls and the ground were covered with charred, black shadows. This tribe was clearly mostly made up of ordinary people, who were not even capable of leaving behind any remains.
Their flesh and blood, even their bones, had been transformed into simple, rough black shadows imprinted on the wall; these were the only traces they left in the world.
Zaun stopped in front of a cellar, which was most likely a refuge prepared by the tribe.
But now there is no shelter for anyone, only walls covered in "murals".
The figures could be vaguely seen as mothers tightly embracing their children, freezing the last moments of their lives here.
Zuan had learned the idiom "devastation of life" before, but it wasn't until this moment that he understood its true meaning.
These people had clearly died recently, but as the lord of the Netherworld, he could not sense even the slightest trace of their souls.
There was only endless fear and resentment.
At that moment, he felt a surge of heat rushing to his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He looked up at the sky, knowing that wrongdoing must come at a price, even for a god!
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