Most of the Human race lived in the West, with a smaller portion in the East. Yet, even this smaller portion numbered in the hundreds of billions. Scattered across the vast expanse of the Honghuang, the Human race did not seem that numerous; after all, the Honghuang continent was unimaginably immense. Even with a trillion humans, they occupied less than one-thousandth of the land in the Honghuang. This showed just how insignificant the Human race was in the grand scheme of the Honghuang.
At this moment, ten suns hung high in the sky. Under the scorching glare, the land where the humans lived began to crack, and human after human collapsed. They searched frantically for water, but within a million miles, there was no water left to be found; it had all been vaporized by the intense heat. To say the land was scorched for a thousand miles was an understatement; for a time, the wails of the Human race filled the air.
This phenomenon lasted for several Shichen, and then there was silence, for there were no living humans left. Every one of them had been baked dry; there was not a drop of moisture left in their bodies, and even their blood had evaporated.
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