It's like an invisible giant hand in the sky has covered the Earth with a dark, woolly blanket...
This kind of extreme weather has never happened before. Even in the hottest summers, the weather wouldn't change so fast. Everyone was dumbfounded—this wasn't supposed to be Earth's weather!
"Brother, this, this is a disaster..."
Zhao Dezhu's expression was extremely serious. One moment the sun was shining bright, and the next moment it was dark as night. His face was ashen, and in the face of the might of heaven, an unusual fear appeared in his eyes, as memories of the initial outbreak of the disaster flooded his mind.
"It hasn't rained for a long time now. It used to be cloudy often, but this time it seems it's really going to happen!"
Zhang Su gripped the handle of his knife tightly and looked up at the rolling black clouds, feeling equally heavy-hearted. No normal person could remain unaffected in the face of disaster.
