Bai Nantian wanted to escape but he could not.
Under the purple mud monster's huge hand, he could only barely activate the immortal sword to resist. His entire body was held in the other party's palm, and his surroundings instantly turned purple-black. With the heavy pressure on his body, he wanted to strengthen his flying sword to cut a path, but he was unable to do so. He had already done his best to withstand the pain and not be crushed.
However, it was also at this moment that thick rain clouds began to gather in the sky above the battlefield they were on. Light rain fell from the clouds.
Zou ziwu's figure, which was hidden in one of the attics, couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.
This rain was very strange.
