The skies were frequently a bright blue in the city, except perhaps for those existing and inhabiting past the world's Veil—either way, both skies turned gray suddenly. A freak storm then began to pour down from the heavens.
Its primary objective having been fulfilled already minutes ago, in the empty streets of Shanghai, laid a charred Panda. Struck with four hundred twenty heavenly tribulation lightnings wasn't a good feeling. Any of the spiritual creatures that lived and traveled in the streets of Shanghai made sure to avoid what looked like to be a dead Panda.
There was one small spiritual being that pointed at it but was pulled along by its senior and telling it to dismiss the creature. When the heavens had locked itself from mortal men and creatures, there wasn't much activity that occurred on earth—but this directly resulted from Heaven's Wrath.
