Long Yuan coiled within the black clouds, black thunderbolts coursing between his horns. His voice was as cold as a heavenly god pronouncing judgment:
"Cloud-Riding and Rain-Bringing."
As his words fell, black rain suddenly began falling across the entire Bone Claw Plain.
At first, it was only a fine drizzle, but in an instant, it became a torrential downpour.
Every falling drop was as heavy as an iron bead, striking a tiny, deep pit into the gray-black rock;
when they landed on the Primordial Magnetism Formation Flags Tie Qingyao had deployed, the flags' spiritual light immediately hissed and rapidly corroded;
when they landed on Tie Ming's Heluo Black Armor, even the golden patterns on its surface began to darken.
Tie Zhan needed only a brief moment to sense that things had gone terribly wrong.
He stepped forward, fully activating both of his Metal Rules Threads. He spread a curtain of light over Tie Ming, Tie Shou, and Tie Qingyao, yet the black rain falling on that golden light still pressed it into constant flickering.
"Retreat! Stay beside me, all of you! Channel your magic power into the light curtain immediately! Whatever you do, don't go outside and touch this black rain!"
Even without his warning, they knew how dangerous it was.
"Damn it!"
Tie Ming's face turned pale. He had only recently broken through to the Nascent Soul middle stage, and this should have been a time of soaring confidence. Yet beneath this black rain, he had the absurd illusion that he was still a lowly Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Tie Qingyao stared fixedly at the sky. As a Fourth Tier Mid-Grade Formation Grandmaster, her discernment and knowledge were scarcely inferior to a Great Cultivator's, and she recognized quite a few of its workings.
This was no ordinary Demon Race divine