Bewitching Light still shone, but no matter how powerful the ability was, it could not work if it failed to illuminate its target.
It seemed the failure of its ability had provoked the Sky Soldiers' fury. The rain began to fall harder and harder, while the thunder within the clouds grew increasingly violent, as if venting an anger with nowhere to go.
Even though he knew the Sky Soldiers had no emotions, Mo Ling still felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. It was pressure from the environment itself.
"What should we do?"
Mo Ling's teleportation could not cover every raindrop. He could only watch them pour down. According to Wang Chuan, all this rain was made of Sky Soldiers, so there was no way he could catch them all in one sweep. Once he used teleportation, he would expose his method of attack, and the Sky Soldiers would adopt another countermeasure, just like when he had first dealt with the Sky Soldier Swarm.
Waiting like this was not a solution either. Just as Mo Ling was about to ask Wang Chuan a question, he heard Wang Chuan's voice by his ear.
"Someone has come to help you."
Who?
Mo Ling instinctively wanted to ask, but immediately realized that in this city, the only ones who could help him were that group.
Before Wang Chuan had even finished speaking, a Space Ripple suddenly spread above their heads, swallowing every raindrop overhead.
Immediately afterward, a black hand stretched out from the ripple and lightly tapped the air. By then, the air was already filled with moisture. At the touch of the Black Hand Girl, all the moisture turned into transparent glass. Strange patterns ran through the glass, like lenses capable of refracting light.
The glass spread rapidly, like a swiftly growing tree.