Another Rain of Fireballs

The warm currents of the Elemental Tide gathered in the sky, forming patches of blood-red clouds. The clouds piled up into thick cumulonimbus, slowly advancing under the push of the wasteland hurricane.

Li Ziran looked up at the crimson-burning clouds and frowned inwardly.

"Ah, it's going to rain!"

A dry, scorching gale rushed into his face, carrying a pungent, fiery stench.

Even though he could not sense the presence of elements, he knew a large-scale rain of fire was imminent, and he was certain it would not be a small one.

His body instinctively shrank farther into the cave. Calling it a cave was inaccurate—it was more like a slope formed when a huge boulder weathered away. Yet the rock was hollow inside and sat half a foot above the ground, enough to keep rolling fireballs from flowing in, while the stone overhead could block the large flaming balls falling from above.

It was hardly the best shelter, but finding a place where he would not be roasted through in such a downpour was already fortunate.

Drip! Drip!

The fire elements finally condensed into substance, forming fireballs that broke free of the clouds and smashed into the bare wasteland, kicking up thick clouds of dust mixed with scattered sparks before melting the fireballs away completely.

After that brief contact, countless fireballs crashed down from the sky, plunging into the red sand with crackles and pops, as though bullets were bombarding the land.

The red sand could no longer extinguish the flames. Instead, it began melting under the fireballs' heat, forming thin streams of molten matter that flowed through the cracks between stones.

Watching more and more tiny streams appear, Li Ziran unconsciously edged closer to the center of the rock.

The place he had chosen was not bad. At least