Several flickering meteors in the distance fell into the river, letting out faint hisses.
Then they vanished without a trace.
It seemed some cultivator had wanted to use this method to stop the spread of the Netherwater, but it was no different from trying to stop a cart with a mantis's arms.
Li Xuanxiao sat atop a mountain peak, the distant scene reflected in his pupils.
A torrential rain fell from the heavens. Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators felt their Spiritual Sense obstructed by it, panic showing on their faces.
The downpour had clearly fed the Netherwater's spread.
"Senior Brother, the east is flooding."
Feng Liuli's hoarse shout was torn to pieces by the curtain of rain.
Amid the heavy rain, heads packed tightly together.
Wading through water that reached their waists, everyone clutched ropes and inched forward.
Shushan Disciples led the way ahead, while everything around them was pitch-black.
Wherever the Netherwater passed, sun and moon gave no light!
These mortals could not see a thing. Feng Liuli wiped the rain from her face.
When the rain fell on her body, it actually made the spiritual energy within her restless and turbulent.
"Fairy, Fairy, my wife is about to give birth!!"
Feng Liuli turned and walked over. Two burly men were carrying a woman in labor, amniotic fluid mixed with blood streaming down.
A six-year-old girl with horn braids lay on her brother's back, trembling all over.
"Brother, I'm scared. Where are Father and Mother?"
The young boy, who did not look very old, fought back the urge to cry.
Feng Liuli forced out a smile and reached out to pat the little girl's head.
All at once, she understood what her senior brother had meant: cries of grief across the land, blood across the land.
It was nothing