The ground was full of pits and cracks, as if rotting.
The trees were withered, their mutated bark resembling scales.
The clear lakes and water sources had inexplicably dried up, leaving behind enormous cracked pits. The once Snake-man Tribe now lay silent, reduced to ruins.
The entire world was riddled with wounds, dense black fog thick as ink wafting in midair.
This was the scene within the Black Wall.
The once Snake Spirit Continent, except for the Holy City, was engulfed by the Black Wall, eroded by chaos.
Desolate and deathly silent, this was all the Holy Giant saw on its journey northward.
Monotonous, devoid of any life signs, not even a single corpse was seen.
The only things present were those mutated Black Tide creatures.
Snake-man, lizards, giant pythons, vultures...
Their eyes were scarlet, bodies covered in festering sores.
Some moved stiffly like zombies, while others erupted into some kind of conflict, killing and devouring each other's deformed flesh.
