Gales howled before the Gutan Sect. An entire lake's worth of water surged backward into the sky, its curtain blotting out the sun and heavens before falling like torrential rain.
The hurricane and downpour instantly shrouded the entire battlefield in mist, reducing visibility to almost nothing. Even many Third Grade Supernatural Ability Users circulating their Star Source with all their might were blown every which way.
The Gale Talisman drawn today was truly damned powerful, practically a Divine Grade support Magic Treasure. The odds of obtaining one were simply too low, though. Wang Changfeng had spent almost a month scratching lottery tickets before finally getting this one.
The gale swept through Ancient Pool, throwing the battlefield into utter confusion. It was the perfect opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Yet Ren Ye and Daoist Chu still had not joined the fighting, instead watching secretly from nearby.
Squinting toward the center of the battlefield, the fat Taoist muttered in bewilderment, "Such a stirring scene, such a fine opportunity to kill people and steal their treasures, yet not only am I not excited, I actually want to find jokes on this battlefield. Brother Human Emperor, do you think I'm sick? Plenty of modern people in the Migration Land say comedians are often more prone to depression...!"
Ren Ye glanced at him. "Senior White-Striped Chicken only asked you to tell a couple of jokes. It's not like he's been tormenting you by any means necessary. What the hell are you depressed about? Looking for emotional damages?"
"Why are you so judgmental? What do you know about how I've spent these past twenty-odd days...!" Daoist Chu replied resentfully.
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Hearing that, Ren Ye was momentarily at a loss for words.
Boom!
An explosion erupted before the sect, drawing Ren Ye's gaze.
In midair, Lady