Therefore, Wei Ting proceeded with great caution, not daring to fly too boldly in the sky.
In the heavy rain, he saw quite a few of the town's residence from Jinshi Town, like himself, secretly slipping towards Qing Shui Village.
Among them, many people appeared extremely weak as if they had caught a plague.
Suddenly, Wei Ting felt numbness in his foot and a buzzing in his head. He sensed the flesh on his back suddenly burst open.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei He asked worriedly, noticing her brother's distress.
"Nothing." Wei Ting felt his spiritual power becoming more difficult to operate, his consciousness was becoming blurry.
However, he gritted his teeth, picked up his speed, and hastened towards Qing Shui Village.
Perhaps because the rain was too heavy and the water curtain blurring his vision, it became even more obscure.
With his broad chest, he tightly clung to Wei He, facing the heavy rain, rushing towards Qing Shui Village.
