The sound was deep and cold, carrying a chill that made their scalps crawl.
Chains.
Four black chains extended from an unknown space, moving slowly yet carrying an irresistible pressure.
They wrapped precisely around the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, then jerked tight, dragging what was inside into an unknowable space.
The chains vanished.
Even the banging from inside the furnace vanished.
Then the rain stopped.
It did not gradually ease. It stopped abruptly.
It was as though someone had parted the dark clouds filling the sky, letting sunlight spill down again to illuminate the rain-soaked earth.
A faint rainbow even hung on the distant horizon, and the air was filled with the fresh scent unique to the aftermath of rain.
So that rain, those dark clouds, that overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere...
Had all been brought by Red Raincoat.
Everyone exchanged looks, and several seconds passed before they dared to draw deep breaths.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness they had acted quickly.
Had they been any slower and allowed Red Raincoat to fully unleash the curse, there was no telling how many people in the convoy would have died.
No one dared imagine that scene.
The sight of that man seeing "blood" for no reason alone was enough to send chills down their spines.
The convoy did not stop.
Engines roared back to life, and the vehicles drove through the standing water one after another, continuing onward.
But their relief at having survived did not last long.
Ten minutes.
Just ten minutes.
Qi Peiliang's voice came over the radio again.
He sounded even more tense than before. "Thirty kilometers ahead, there's another Eerie!"
This time, Cao Xianming reacted astonishingly fast.
"That Eerie isn't strong. Head straight for it."
Cao Xianming's voice was steady, even carrying a hint of ease.
Yang Yong grinned.
*Had Old