Flames continuously spread among the densely flying dust-storm locusts, and those locusts whose wings were burned away instantly turned into individual feathers of fire, tumbling down into the mountains.
Before long, the entire flaming magic mountain was raining down like a shower of fireworks, illuminating the entire desert night sky and making it as dazzling as a dream.
Yet, this sparkling display of fireworks was entirely painted by the brief lives of newborn locusts, piled up from tens of thousands of deaths. It looked exceptionally bizarre, even somewhat spine-chilling!
Chapter 108