The torrential rain fell without end, and before long, the streets were flooded half a meter deep.
The Black Market descended into utter chaos.
Some cultivators reacted swiftly. Lacking any means to withstand the disaster, they simply retreated from the Black Market to avoid being swept into danger.
Waves battered one side of the Green Red Flower House, rainwater seeping through the cracks in its doors and windows.
The temperature inside the shop plummeted to freezing. Frost coated the walls, and the candle lamps on the tables flickered in and out of sight.
As Li Mo stood there dazed, the Flower Pavilion suddenly began to tremble, its magic tool aura growing even denser.
The Flower Pavilion was likely an eight-refined mid-grade Magic Tool, and its primary spiritual herbs were worth a fortune.
Layman Futu stared grimly out the window and reminded him, "Li Mo, come to the second floor quickly. The main hall isn't very safe."
"Alright."
Li Mo took the stairs three at a time. The divided areas upstairs were fully furnished, with furnace magic tools keeping the temperature comfortable.
Each section faced a window, allowing them to observe the situation outside.
"Ke ke ke ke..."
A strange laugh spilled from Han Cai's mouth. His eight arms stretched longer and longer, bracing his body as he leaned out the window to sense the rampaging Water Spiritual Qi.
He could not help sighing. "I truly wonder what realm the cultivator hosting the auction has reached. They have likely at least formed a Golden Core at the Thirty-Year-Old Stage, or perhaps gone a step further and attained the Bewilderment Nascent Soul."
Li Mo raised an eyebrow. So the Nascent Soul Realm of later generations was called "No Doubt."
"Stand firm."
The moment Layman Futu finished speaking, an explosion rang out beneath