Chapter 212: Volcanoes

Everything that came in contact with the eyes were bright red.

Under the long-lasting roast of the never-falling sun, there wasn't any vegetation on the land that depended on liquid to support their growth.

The fiery red iron sands stretched to the edge of the skies. The bright red reefs were endless. It was like walking into an oven bounded by the sky and land.

Flying in such a harsh environment, the view far ahead was shockingly distorted due to the boiling heat wave. The senses that depended on light and sounds were greatly depraved, similar to a 'myopic blind man'.

Grimm roared across the sky like a fireball into the faraway lands.