The sudden rain came without warning, like a raging beast tide abruptly falling silent.
Chen Qiye stood at the very front, gripping the Nameless Immortal Sword.
The wind through the forest rustled his white robes.
Drip!
A raindrop landed on him. It was warm.
"Old Chen!" Bai Ningbing cried out. They had discovered that the falling rain had turned crimson, like blood.
"Condense!"
Ye Guxue pointed his broad sword toward the sky. A massive sword shadow spread overhead like an umbrella, blocking the raindrops!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several explosions, the sword shadow shattered.
"This is too strange!" Su Manman watched the beast horde part before them like a tide.
The area where they stood seemed like a vacuum. Rain fell here—torrential rain as vivid red as blood.
Was it because I appeared? Or because Little Nannan absorbed Zhuo Flood Dragon's essence blood?
Chen Qiye silently asked himself, but the system gave him no answer.
He retreated and formed a circle with the others, watching countless demonic beasts withdraw from the depths of the Dragon Transformation Pool in orderly ranks.
The torrential spring rain poured down, and the sky in this region gradually turned crimson.
Red earth stretched beneath a blood-stained sky.
Yet when the raindrops fell upon them, they caused no harm.
Suddenly, a long dragon's roar echoed from the depths of the Dragon Transformation Pool. It transformed directly into a soundwave, sweeping up a howling gale that blew away the dark clouds filling the sky.
Sure enough, in less than half an hour, the torrential spring rain stopped. The dark clouds dispersed, and a ray of light tore through the darkness overhead.
Immediately afterward, the beast tide turned violent again. It surged like a galloping army of thousands, making the mountains and forests tremble.
When everyone steadied themselves,