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The fall of the meteorite was like a judgment day, utterly destroying the entire East District. This area, once bustling with life, had now turned into a desolate wasteland. The earth was ruthlessly torn apart, forming a massive and terrifying pit that seemed like the entrance to hell, swallowing all life and hope.
At the edge of the pit, the ground was overturned, soil and rocks flung out by the impact scattered everywhere. The original streets had vanished without a trace, replaced by a gruesome fissure, as if the earth had been ripped apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a bottomless chasm. Inside the pit, the ground was charred black; all vegetation and buildings had instantly turned to ash under the meteorite's intense heat. Even the surface rocks had melted into glowing lava, with waves of scorching heat still rolling within the pit, making the entire area feel like it was engulfed in an endless sea of fire.
The shockwave from the meteorite destroyed everything; both buildings and lives crumbled before this force. Once towering structures were now twisted ruins, steel rebar jutting out and shattered concrete blocks piled high. The very skeleton of the city seemed to have been shattered. The structures that once supported this city had transformed into countless broken remnants scattered across this forsaken land. The once-busy streets were now left with only fractured roads and deep pits, the ground marked with cracks as if the city's skin had been torn apart, exposing its scarred interior.
In the distance among the ruins, one could occasionally see craters created by meteorite fragments; these shards were like scythes of death, cleaving through the earth and severing all traces of life. Surrounding these craters, former skyscrapers had been reduced to rubble; twisted steel resembled broken bones lying helplessly on the ground. Debris from buildings was hurled into the sky by the meteorite's impact, scattering everywhere and smashing into the ground, creating countless deep pits in what was once flat land.
Flames ravaged this wasteland, consuming what remained of the debris while thick smoke billowed skyward, staining the heavens a foreboding gray-black. The air was filled with a burnt odor that made it hard to breathe. This once-thriving metropolis had been completely annihilated; all prosperity and life were obliterated in this disaster.
Some Demon Soldiers who failed to retreat in time were crushed into pulp by the meteorite's force; their bodies lay scattered at the edge of the pit, charred and unrecognizable, leaving only twisted skeletons and blackened flesh. Those once-mighty monsters now appeared small and helpless in this inferno, becoming victims of the meteorite's descent.
With the fall of the meteorite, this land no longer belonged to humanity. The entire East District seemed transformed into a vast graveyard, burying all life and hope. Flames, thick smoke, and rubble filled this ruin with signs of annihilation as if the entire world was heading toward its end in this catastrophe.
In this purgatory, survival seemed to be the most extravagant wish. The air was thick with burning heat; each breath felt like swallowing flames. The meteorite's high temperature distorted the surrounding air; dust swirled in heat waves like countless tiny blades scraping against exposed skin. Mixed with the metallic scent of rusted blood and the acrid smell of charred flesh, this area became a hell on earth.
At the center where the meteorite struck formed a colossal pit over a thousand meters deep, resembling an open mouth that devoured countless lives. At its unfathomable depths lay what were once vibrant streets and homes now reduced to scorched earth and rubble. Those who once thrived here—their laughter, dreams, and futures—were buried alongside their lives in this abyss with the arrival of the meteorite.
At the edge of the pit, remaining structures had collapsed; rebar and concrete blocks lay haphazardly piled together like nameless graves covering those who could not escape. In an instant during the meteorite's fall, they were either torn apart by shockwaves or burned to ashes by intense heat—without even a chance to struggle against this cataclysmic disaster.
At the bottom of the pit lay countless broken corpses scattered across a charred surface; some were trapped beneath massive boulders while others melted into indistinguishable masses of flesh due to extreme heat. Those lives that should have had futures were now reduced to piles of nameless charcoal. Their bodies were beyond recognition; all that remained were patches of blood-stained ash and vengeful souls unwilling to die.
This deep pit seemed like an embodiment of death itself, mercilessly consuming all hope and life. Here, survival was no longer possible; every inch of land soaked in despair and pain. Deep within the pit, the core of the meteorite still emitted faint residual heat while surrounding rocks glowed red from high temperatures; an incessant scent of burning lingered in the air.
The fall of the meteorite had transformed this land into an endless graveyard, where the boundaries between life and death had long since blurred, and all life had been obliterated in this catastrophe. This purgatory no longer belonged to humanity; it had become a realm of death.
In that bottomless abyss, as scorched earth and debris covered everything, vitality was nearly eradicated. Yet, amidst this dead silence, a faint breath still lingered—belonging to an indomitable life: Feng Tianlong.
Feng Tianlong's body felt as if it had been crushed under immense weight, pain beyond description coursing through him. Every inch of muscle, every bone trembled in agony, as if they were on the verge of complete collapse. Although his cultivation was profound enough to activate the Black Dragon Technique, enhancing himself beyond what ordinary people could imagine, he had still endured the full impact of the meteorite's cataclysmic force in their recent struggle. The magnitude of that power made him feel as though his very existence could dissolve into nothingness at any moment.
However, when Feng Tianlong realized he was still alive, a surge of indescribable ecstasy welled up within him. He had survived! Even after such a devastating blow, his life stubbornly persisted; his heart continued to beat fiercely, and blood still flowed through his veins. This obsession with life and disdain for death allowed him to once again experience the thrill of being alive.
He attempted to move his stiff limbs; the pain in his muscles made him grit his teeth, but he endured the debilitating agony and tried to lift his heavy head. His vision was blurred, the world before him seemed shrouded in a thick mist of blood, yet he could still feel that he was in this world, still able to breathe and perceive his surroundings.
Feng Tianlong struggled to take a breath; the intertwining sensations of pain and pleasure made him tremble all over. He realized he had once again clawed his way back from the brink of death. This experience was not merely a test for him; it was an immense honor. Excitement sparkled in his eyes like a fierce beast, filled with a thirst for life and contempt for death.
In this bottomless abyss, Feng Tianlong's breath gradually steadied. Though his body still throbbed with pain, he knew he had won. Not only had he survived, but he had also gained unparalleled strength from this life-and-death confrontation. At that moment, his soul reached an unprecedented realm, reinforcing his belief that he had the power to conquer everything—even forces as devastating as natural disasters could be resisted by him.
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