Five special-grade clans.
They were Wind, Earth, Flame, Rain, and Cold.
These were their surnames, as well as the abilities of their clans.
Faced with the encirclement, the Rain Clan was the first to make a move.
As their clan witch markings erupted, a light rain began to fall from the sky.
The rain was not heavy. It would take quite some time even to soak through one's clothes.
Yet with the onset of that fine drizzle came a shocking transformation.
Other than the Rain Clan themselves, any Witch Clan member who drew near would melt away the instant any part of their body was struck by a raindrop. Great chunks of flesh fell away, and before long, not even bones remained. No matter how the quasi-Witch Kings struck by the rain erupted with blood energy, even tearing apart space with their vibrations, they still could not destroy the droplets—let alone shake them off.
The nature of the rainwater surpassed imagination. Even Li Su, watching from afar, could not help frowning. Though his defenses far exceeded those Witch Clan members under attack, the strange rain still posed no small threat to him.
In that instant alone, several hundred quasi-Witch Kings died beneath that sudden light rain.
It was not just the Rain Clan. The Wind Clan, Earth Clan, Flame Clan, and Cold Clan all erupted in turn, joining forces to unleash their clans' divine abilities.
For a time, gales howled, the earth trembled, flames soared into the heavens, and cold gnawed at the bone.
Nearly a thousand people had no time to react before they fell in swathes—either shredded by the wind, swallowed directly by the earth, reduced to ashes within the flames, or frozen into ice sculptures.
The battle, which had previously seen only a little over a thousand