The little girl's eyes brimmed with terror. She opened her mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.
This should have been the little girl's last moment in this world, but as she stared in fear, a figure appeared before her, scooping her up directly from the gaping fissure in the earth.
The little girl felt as though she were flying, and then she saw her mother, along with a group of people she knew and didn't know, plummet into the abyss.
She opened her mouth, wanting to cry, but at that moment, she found it impossible to make a sound.
Mute crying is the most heartbreaking. Zheng Ming watched the soundless tears of the little girl, gazed upon the city which had turned to ruins in an instant, and felt a chill rise in his eyes.
A few Master Level Warriors who barely clawed their way out of the disaster were dashing through the ruins, shouting the names of their loved ones. Within moments, their voices had turned hoarse.
Divine wrath? A natural disaster?