In the starry sky.
Around the white pupils, one planet after another was rapidly being dyed red.
The red was neither any kind of pigment nor a burning effect caused by increased temperature, but simply a special change in space.
One after another, in just half a day, three planets were completely turned red.
The red seemed like fresh flowing blood, enchanting and sinister, just a gaze would give an odd sense of dizziness.
On the fourth planet.
Zhang Rongfang stepped lightly out of the space door, gazing at the vast and desolate black land below.
"It's a sad world, since hope has long vanished, let me gather all the strength for one last escape."
On the ground, there were only a few dead black trees, with their jagged branches, long devoid of life, embedded in the dried-out soil.
In the soil, occasionally, black bones could be seen protruding out; the original white bones were carbonized by high temperatures, turning black.
