The plague-tainted rain fell for several more days.
In a sense, Vainsol had already surpassed the fate Zhuxing Tu had set for him.
Because he had not been defeated on the first Wasteland Day.
But the longer this went on,
the greater the pressure Zhuxing Tu put on him became.
His plague's end was firmly suppressed by Zhuxing Tu.
The entire Plague Land was also being crushed and suppressed by countless stars from the endless Starry Sky.
The Starry Sky was naturally no match for the Wasteland.
But if all the stars in the sky opposed only a single Desolate Realm, things were different.
Zhuxing Tu kept her eyes closed throughout.
No other True Gods came after sensing the Plague Land's decline.
The Wasteland Sun overhead, which should have kept the endless Starry Sky outside the Wasteland, made no move whatsoever.
The Wasteland was as quiet as ever.
Only, this rain that made people sick turned some of the worlds it touched into dead lands.
It also forced the Train Conductors to slow their pace and head into various Cities to shelter from the storm.
Everyone wondered when this uncomfortable rain would finally stop.
Ye Qiyan knew.
This rain.
Would soon end.
The Plague Land.
Vainsol propped himself up with the Plague Scepter.
His self was being battered by an outside authority.
His will was also disrupted by mental attacks.
He was going to die.
"Ha, hahahaha!"
Vainsol laughed aloud.
He stared fixedly at Zhuxing Tu, seated on her broom in the distant Starry Sky.
"You lost, Witch!"
Only on this day did Zhuxing Tu open her eyes.
One of her eyeballs was already gone, and blood ran down her cheek.
But she seemed long accustomed to this and merely wiped away the blood on her face in silence.
Her