Fellow Travelers Meet Fellow Travelers, Tears Stream Down Their Faces

Rain continued to fall. Yet strangely, puddles gradually began to appear on the ground. Then, without warning, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, turning bitterly cold. Those figures in the sky gave off no aura at all, nor did their bodies carry any warmth.

Like ghosts, they floated silently amid the rain.

They felt like wisps of smoke on the verge of dispersing, carrying not the slightest hint of threat.

Only Lin Cheng, who controlled the Ancient Well, could sense that those seemingly illusory figures contained a power enough to shake the Divine Bridge Realm. Most of the figures holding black oil-paper umbrellas possessed little offensive strength, but nine of them held power no weaker than the Divine Bridge Realm.

Even stranger, those nine figures were not fixed. Those nine forces comparable to the Divine Bridge Realm did not remain within any particular figure, but flowed continuously, passing from one figure holding a black umbrella to another.

The process was utterly მშვიდ, without the slightest ripple of immortal power.

One could imagine that if anyone became trapped in this boundless rain, facing such a vast "ghost army," a single moment of carelessness would leave them exposed to a fatal strike from nine suddenly appearing Divine Bridge Realm ghost shadows.

"Whoosh!"

With a thought from Lin Cheng, the ghostly figures filling the sky instantly moved like lightning, no longer maintaining their neat formation.

Yet despite their astonishing speed, they still made no sound whatsoever. The silence was eerie, enough to make one's heart pound... The light in the sky grew ever dimmer, and every living being shrouded in the rain found their vision gradually turning blurry.

In the blink of an eye, they would discover that something seemed to have flashed past their sight...

Though they had no idea what