The autumn wind blew, scattering many yellow leaves onto the rain-drenched sand. With the breath of darkness commanding heaven and earth, the stars dimmed amid the rain clouds. Everyone's vision was oppressed by the rain and darkness, making their breathing feel heavier.
Zhu Minglang's level was already very high, yet under these conditions, even the objects he could see began to blur. The silhouette of the Ancient Yao illuminated by the God of Fuchen's divine light appeared even more ethereal and hazy, sometimes indistinguishable whether they were Ancient Yao or just some Nightwalkers.
Everyone tread carefully.
Without the clear rain, their divine team would not fear any creatures of the dark.
But with the arrival of the clear rain, coupled with shorter days and longer nights, the entire Tianshu region seemed to have undergone a drastic change. Unless one was within the Divine City, walking outside felt like being choked by darkness, suffocating at any moment.
