Crackle!
Rain poured down in torrents, its drops the size of beans.
Twenty or thirty li from the West Heaven Summit, Mo Xianyin, Wen Yuyi, Shang Jianming, and the other Refiners of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, several masters from the academy, Woodcutter of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, the Immortal Child of Agelessness, and the others rode their qi, hovering hundreds of zhang in the air as they stared in shock at the heart of the battlefield.
They strained their vision to its utmost, channeling qi into their eyes. Unfortunately, the energies there were so violent that they could not see clearly.
A cold, damp sensation spread over their bodies, startling the Refiners. With their cultivation, even without deliberately blocking it, the qi they naturally released should have kept out all wind and rain.
Yet this rain seemed to possess an inconceivable penetrating power, seeping through their protective qi.
Wen Yuyi frowned and lightly swept a finger through the air. A raindrop hovered at her fingertip, gleaming with the color of blood.
"This-"
Wen Yuyi recoiled in alarm. The smell of blood reached her nose, and she looked up. Bloody rain poured down as though Heaven itself were weeping blood. Fierce winds howled, and amid their furious gusts, countless discordant sounds suddenly arose. Ghostly faces appeared, unleashing thunderous roars and shrieks.
Every furious howl of the Ghost Gods pierced straight into the soul, leaving even some of the weaker Qi Refiners trembling with fear.
The events of this night had come too quickly for them to take in. First, the Devil Master, Xuan Yehua, had cloaked himself in red lotus fire and struck with his palm across several li, knocking the Brahma Sun Dharma King into the sea.
They had thought the outcome settled, only for an unexpected change to arise.