The situation was bizarre. Ning Xiaochuan had no idea what was happening.
Moreover, more and more parts of his body were going numb, as if several needles were pricking him at once.
"Rain—it's raining from the sky! Damn it, why is this rain so powerful?" Yue Mingsong suddenly pointed at the sky and cried out.
Ning Xiaochuan looked up and indeed saw drops of rain falling from above. Whenever a raindrop landed on his shoulder, his shoulder would suddenly go numb, as though it had been stabbed by a needle.
Yue Mingsong suddenly took out a palm-sized palace divine artifact. With a casual toss, the artifact immediately expanded into a structure the size of an ordinary palace.
Only after darting into the palace did Yue Mingsong turn back and call to Ning Xiaochuan, "Ning Xiaochuan, this rain is too dangerous. Hurry inside and take shelter."
Ning Xiaochuan stood where he was, looking up at the increasingly dense raindrops overhead, but worry began to show on his face.
He had not expected even the rain here to be so terrifying.
Ning Xiaochuan now understood how the corpse he had first encountered had ended up in that state. Nine times out of ten, its owner had been blown to death by the fierce winds here.
The gale was like blades, scraping his flesh into that state alive. And now, the rain was the same—the raindrops were like arrows, striking a person as though arrow after arrow were shooting at them.
Fortunately, Ning Xiaochuan's body was strong enough. Though the rain made his skin go numb and vaguely painful, it did not truly harm him. It was unlike Yue Mingsong, whom a single raindrop could smash into a bloody mess.
Ning Xiaochuan took several steps forward and was about to enter the palace