With the disappearance of the spirit's silhouette in front of Yu Zhe, the time flow in sword valley had quickly turned into normal. But the burning rain did not stop.
Unbeknownst to the group, some people who had been watching them from afar, were also affected by the sudden rain.
"Let's retreat! Although the rain is not directly harming us, but look at these metals around! These scraps are melting! This could be dangerous..." a subtle whisper from a distant place joined the pouring sound of the burning rain. The tone was decisive and hinted at some urgency.
"Yes, this is not good! What kind of weird rain is this? Can these droplets be even called water? I am sure that there is flame on it! We do not know what kind of master has made this kind of rain!" another whimper responded.
