The Chaotic Black Flames, capable of incinerating the heavens and boiling the earth, dissipated in mere moments.
Across the sky, vast, pitch-black spatial rifts lingered, faint and struggling to heal. The desert had been reduced to an endless expanse of scorched earth, heat vaporizing into the air.
Amidst this desolate landscape, only Lin Hao stood high in the air. As he pulled out the black flute, he could not help muttering to himself, "Noisy."
Chapter 40