The rain came down in torrents, as if the Heavenly River had collapsed.
Several hours had passed, and there was no sign of it letting up.
"What cursed weather."
Li Ye stood before the Corpse Incineration Hall and grumbled to himself.
He had no umbrella. If he went from the Corpse Incineration Hall back to his bedroom in the side room, his clothes would get soaked.
To avoid getting wet, he would have to summon his protective Thunder Light.
Earlier, because someone had been around, Li Ye had gotten soaked on the way from his bedroom to the Corpse Incineration Room. But the intense heat inside the room had dried his clothes out.
Li Ye sighed and was about to summon his protective Thunder Light so he could go back and cultivate.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a streak of azure light, as thin as a thread, traced a perfect parabola through the air and shot into the courtyard, landing on the ground.
Light surged, and in the blink of an eye, the streak of azure light transformed into a mysterious figure.
The figure was mysterious because Li Ye could not make out their true appearance.
A thin layer of dense mist covered them from head to toe. As rain fell, it automatically split around them.
Li Ye's expression changed.
When masters fought, the first thing that mattered was their presence.
The moment this being appeared, Li Ye felt the immense pressure they brought with them.
The pressure was so great that Li Ye felt he had not the slightest chance of winning.
Cold sweat poured from his face, unstoppable.
This pressure far surpassed what he had felt when facing the Flower Demon.
So Li Ye secretly roused the Profound Ice Sword within his body, ready to risk everything in one strike before