"Junior Brother Tang..."
"Senior Brother Tang!"
When the others saw Lu Yuanzhen and Tang Changsheng dispatch those seemingly invincible Shaman God Essence Souls with ease, awe rose in their hearts.
"A gale never lasts all day, and a downpour never lasts all morning. Fierce as this storm and its thunderbolts are, they shouldn't last long. Why don't we find somewhere to shelter for now?"
"Yes, Senior Brother is right!"
"I agree with Junior Brother Tang!"
"Let's do that!"
As if to prove Tang Changsheng's point, the thunder began to subside at that very moment, and the rain weakened with it.
The raging Shaman God Essence Souls slowly dissipated along with the thunderstorm, and peace returned to Heaven and Earth. All that remained was devastation everywhere.
Before they could even seek shelter, the sudden thunderstorm had vanished.
Something struck Tang Changsheng's forehead. He reached up and felt something icy.
"It's snowing!"
"No, it's Hail!"
The weather had been warm and sunny, yet after the thunderstorm, Hail had begun to fall.
Anywhere else, this would have been strange in the extreme. But in this damned Great Wild Marsh, even the strangest events seemed only natural.
The Hail grew heavier. In the blink of an eye, the stones swelled from grains of rice to the size of fists, enough to kill an ordinary person.
Even these Yin God True Persons found them hard to handle after sealing off their Divine Thought and restricting their Yin Spirits.
Worse still, the Great Wild Marsh was open terrain as far as the eye could see. Perhaps because thunderstorms struck so often, there was not a single tall tree.
Even if they wanted to escape the Hail, there was nowhere to hide.
The Hailstones soon grew larger and fell more densely. Fist-sized Hail was frightening enough, but