On the mountain forest path.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
The old Daoist patted his second disciple's shoulder and urged him again.
Ka-BOOM!
In the dark clouds, thunder and lightning surged.
As the sword fell, a bolt of lightning finally struck.
Following that, heavy rain poured down like a downpour, drenching the master and disciple who were hurrying on their journey in the mountains.
The sound of the river water hitting the shore was like muffled Thunder, spreading far and wide. The formation was astonishingly large.
"Master ..."
The second disciple, who was carrying the old Daoist on his back, heard the earth-shaking tremor and couldn't help but jump in shock. He stopped in his tracks and said, "
"The sound seems to be coming from the direction of Shen villa."
In the direction of the sound, a cloud of black gas seemed to escape. It was diluted into a dark green color and mixed in with the heavy rain.
