I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords

Chapter 893: 892. Du Danping’s Melody Fragment Chapter 893: 892. Du Danping’s Melody Fragment In the ever-intensifying Pollution, the entire city was enveloped.

Around Du Danping, melody transformed into substance, forming a barrier that withstood the storm that mutated all things.

The swarm of insects belonging to Hippocrates trembled in the Torrential Rain, struggling desperately.

The pollution turned into a tornado, with countless Lei Tings flickering within. The howling winds reduced the houses made of sand and stone to rubble; on the Wasteland above, a storm surpassing all limits was forming.

If one could look down upon the planet from space, they would see a giant storm sprawled across the earth, as if the planet had opened an eye, awakening from a lengthy slumber.

In the midst of this storm that exceeded everything, even the clouds were stirred, revealing a gap.

This created an extraordinary state.

On the outside, Thunderstorms raged, Gale Winds howled.

On the inside, in the true Utopia, sunlight fell, its brilliant radiance illuminating the earth.

Cleopatra was left with only half a body, the upper part already devoured by Pollution, blossoming with disgustingly tentacled flowers.

Lu Ban lay in pieces, flesh splattered in every corner of the city, slowly coming back together at a snail’s pace.

Du Danping, on one knee, clutched the remains of his ethereal piano, gasping for breath as he gazed upon the remnants of Cleopatra.

And Hippocrates, those remaining insects gradually conglomerated, forming his broken visage.

“The storm is dissipating under the assault of the Pollution, at least we have protected the people of the other city-states,” Du Danping whispered, weakened, with hardly any strength left, unable to aid Hippocrates now.

The doctor had no intention to heal himself either.