C280 Those Who Follow Me will Die While Those Who Disobey Me will Die

The mountain range was crisscrossed. The wind and clouds were like the temperament of a child, changing as he wished.

As time passed, the originally clear and cloudless weather became full of gales in the blink of an eye.

The blood-red sun was already covered by the thick, black clouds.

Under the dark clouds, it was as if a storm was brewing