บท 551: The Mystic Bird Around the Sun

The murmurs rang out in her ears again.

The murmurs sounded like radio waves of a certain frequency.

But there was no logic or regularity to them.

And yet, Han Li could understand them.

"Are you ready?"

This was the meaning of the murmurs.

Apart from the murmurs, Han Li also heard other sounds, especially the boiling of countless volcanoes.

At the bottom of the volcanoes, the magma of the earth's core was already rolling, and it was about to pour out from the mouths of these volcanoes.

"Whoosh... Whoosh..."

The wind blew past the mountains and forests, caressed the hills, and swept up the yellow sand, causing huge waves.

The sky was roaring.

Even the oceans and lakes were twitching uneasily.

This was the wailing of the world, while the heavens and earth were struggling.

Feeling the pain of the world, Han Li saw that on the dark side of the world.