冷风像刀子一样刮在脸上，彭洋缩了缩脖子， breached the forest. He had been wandering in the north of the city for nearly a day, after being dismissed from the family business. His own room. He had nothing, no strength, no talent, nothing. He was just a useless person in the eyes of everyone.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the distance, like a blood moon rising. "What's that?" Peng Yang looked up, only to see a red storm gradually approaching from the horizon. It looked like a red cloud, swirling and surging, covering the entire sky.

"Run!" nearby animals saw the disaster, started to panic and flee. Peng Yang's heart tightened. He has seen storms, but never seen a red one like this. It's as if the sky is on fire.

Red storm quickly approached, wind and sand mixed together, like a red tide, rushing towards him. Peng Yang, who is not strong, is almost blown away by the wind. He fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Damn it!" Peng Yang cursed in his heart. He knows he can't run away. The only way to survive is to face it.