Monarch Night

In the distance, the volcano's crater was still faintly visible, with a dim red glow flickering.

The volcano was still erupting.

Another two hundred miles ahead, a post-apocalyptic scene emerged.

All the crops, roads, villages, and forests... were utterly destroyed!

Charred corpses were everywhere, emitting a pungent smell, completely collapsed houses, narrow cracks on the ground several feet wide and stretching over several yards, many of which had corpses with grim expressions of struggle...

The rumbling sounds were incessant, and stones continued to roll down from the mountain top, like thunder.

In the sky, layers of volcanic ash continuously fell.

"Search and see if there's anyone still alive."

"Clear the roads, fill the cracks on the roads! Make it easier for the disaster victims to move."

Here, under such high temperatures from the volcano, ordinary people could not work at all. If these cracks were not filled, a single crack a yard wide could block everyone.

Ordinary people, exhausted and hungry after the disaster, were few who could leap over them easily.

Everyone started simultaneously.

Numerous large stones were thrown into the cracks, creating a rumbling noise. On roads beside steep cliffs, where the rock seemed unstable, they directly smashed them with force and then cleared a path.

If the tremors continued and stones fell when the disaster victims were passing, the casualties would be unimaginable.

Everyone worked together with high efficiency.

The task was quickly completed.

Then the people who had gone to search the surrounding villages returned.

Their faces were heavy.

"There were none, no survivors at all."

Everyone's eyes looked dim.

From a height, looking out, within the volcano ash-covered world, the dozen silent villages on the land came into view.

All were collapsed houses.

Rising thick smoke.

Only silence, with no sound of humans.

"Let's bury the bodies."

Yuan Zhenjiang lightly sighed, discreetly wiping his eyes.

Everyone silently set off in all directions.

Fang Che chose a direction, and Zuo Guanglie, Jing Xiuyun, and others joined; they silently collected the bodies, dug a pit, lined it with mattresses from the ruins, and then placed the bodies within.

Covered them with blankets.

Then they covered them with earth.

"They're just resting in peace." Zuo Guanglie's eyes were red.

Jing Xiuyun was already in tears.

Fang Che and others dug over twenty large pits, collected hundreds of bodies, and went around several small villages.

Others were also almost finished with their work.

Gazing at the mounds on the land, everyone bowed in silence.

Then continued on their way.

After clearing, peace returned; countless burial mounds stood silently in the wilderness, beneath the volcano.

Facing the world's storms, natural disasters, or man-made calamities.

Just as they did in life.

...

Moving ahead.

It was already a high temperature unbearable for ordinary people. Flames were already rising within the forests.

But they had to move forward because countless bodies of humans and animals must be buried. With such high temperatures, if not buried, an epidemic would inevitably occur.

Moreover, the roads also needed reconstruction and leveling. Otherwise, for ordinary people in the future, they would still be life-or-death trenches.

Walking hundreds of miles, they surprisingly did not encounter a single living person.

Especially in a small village in a valley between several volcanoes, it was truly tragic; not a single person escaped!

All perished tragically.

In everyone's hearts, the rage and hatred towards the Wei Wo Zheng Sect grew with every step.

Demons!

In a radius of a thousand miles, life was devastated, for what purpose?

But no matter the purpose, it was unforgivable.

"Reconstruct the roads and dismantle this cracked cliff, clear it."

Yuan Zhenjiang gave the order.

Ahead, a cliff occasionally shed scattered small stones, which already had a web of cracks like a spiderweb.

Moreover, the cliff bulged outward, it was on the verge of collapse.

As Yuan Zhenjiang spoke, several deacons leaped forward, ready to exert force.

With a loud rumble, the entire cliff collapsed suddenly, like a landslide in an instant.

Dust filled the sky, covering everything.

Fang Che's body surged to the front of everyone.

In the dust, a cold glint suddenly appeared.

"Watch out!"

Fang Che shouted in a booming voice, drawing his sword; the sword light turned into a shining barrier.

He was very familiar with this situation. In his past life, he had experienced it countless times, the more a place suffered natural disasters and calamities, the more likely the Wei Wo Zheng Sect people would be there to ambush the Guardian Hall's rescuers.

He was already on guard in his heart.

All you could hear was a series of soft dings; hundreds of shining spikes fell in front of Fang Che.

The spikes were blue, clearly coated with deadly poison.

Yuan Zhenjiang was also wielding his sword to block, the two were like two doors, blocking all attacks.

Countless deacons finally reacted. With a swishing sound, they split into two sides, forming a swallow's wing formation, with dozens of people soaring towards the cliffside.

However, after one hidden weapon attack, nothing happened, returning to silence.

The enemies unexpectedly withdrew instantly.

A miss, they retreated completely.

This added even more concern to Fang Che and Yuan Zhenjiang's faces.

The enemies were difficult to deal with.

They did not fear those who brandished their weapons openly and fought to the death, but these hidden, sneaky and poisonous assassin snakes were the most troublesome.

For everyone who came here, not doing anything was impossible.

But as long as they were busy, there would be attacks!