While dodging, Shen Luo eyed the scene playing out before him, a sense of peculiarity rising within him.
The battle at hand was wildly fierce, with Rain Master seemingly stretched thin on all sides. Yet, he couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding, as if the current state of the battle was precisely what Rain Master had intentionally orchestrated.
"Brother Shen, what's wrong?" Ao Hong, noticing the change in Shen Luo's expression, messaged him through magic.
Just as Shen Luo was about to reply, a sharp, heaven-piercing cry erupted from the Sea-Anchoring Iron Rod. A square-pattern, the size of a meter, consisting of numerous golden texts of different sizes, formed on the rod.
These golden texts lightly trembled, emitting powerful waves of spiritual energy, and a blinding golden light that made it seem extraordinarily mystic.
