In such an environment, their magic power was rapidly draining away with every passing second.
They had to fend off the black rain with an unbroken succession of methods. Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi, and the others had no strength to spare for turning back to rescue anyone.
Xu Haoran and his companions lacked the strength to do so even more. They could not leave Liu Yu and act alone.
They knew full well that if they turned back, they might never return!
As expected, barely three breaths passed, and the group had ascended less than two li before a Purple Turban Army cultivator could no longer hold out.
"Argh!"
He failed to cast his next spell in time. The black rain corroded his magic power shield completely, exposing his body to the curtain of dark rain.
"Pitter-patter."
"Sizzle!"
His clothes were instantly eaten away by the black rain.
Horrifying bloody holes appeared across his Golden Core body, quickly turning a bizarre shade of purplish black.
In the blink of an eye, he was unrecognizable.
"Whoosh!"
Unable to remain airborne any longer, he plummeted straight down and vanished into the bottomless darkness.
In everyone's perception, his life aura weakened rapidly before disappearing altogether.
Some cultivators watched with pain and anguish in their eyes, but beneath the relentless onslaught of black rain, they could do nothing.
"Fellow Daoist Ancient City."
Beneath the silvery-white barrier, Xu Haoran and the others opened their mouths upon seeing a companion they had lived alongside day after day die so tragically, then swallowed their words.
Maintaining the barrier, Liu Yu wore a grave expression and merely shook his head, indicating that he was powerless.
In truth, he certainly had the ability to save them.
But the sudden appearance of this lethally poisonous black rain inevitably suggested that