Lin Feng grabbed hold of the men and heard the first man who had called out shout, "Save three!
"The others have already succumbed to Rain Possession. There's no point saving them!"
"The three mountains share one lineage, and all revere the nine-foot master. Save lives first, avert disaster second!
"This is a place of dire ill fortune: 'severed yang and isolated yin, broken wind and buried water, the dragon's head severed and the white tiger broken.' Kan water lies to the north. Where wind pools and qi stalls, great ill fortune becomes great good fortune. Head north!"
Clearly, the Daoist leading them was truly desperate.
He rattled off a long string of coded jargon, even pointing Lin Feng toward a way out.
How to solve the problem and what the outcome would be—he spelled it all out.
Then came another string of coded jargon.
Lin Feng did not answer.
He split his attention between two tasks.
While the lead Daoist was shouting all this, he was safe from death for the moment.
Rain Possession!
This was the first time Lin Feng had heard of anything so absurd.
In those alternating flashes of lightning, Lin Feng had seen it clearly: boundless wilderness, endless gullies, and torrential rain like a curtain. In other words, as long as they remained within this place, the downpour was everywhere.
In the distance, when the first bolt flashed, there had been nothing.
After the second flash, a shadow appeared.
Even Lin Feng felt a chill crawl up his back.
Every transition between darkness and lightning brought something impossible.
Using the lightning's illumination,
Lin Feng could tell at a glance that some of these people were already at the end of their rope.
The first man was right.
Most of those Daoists were beyond saving.
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