Advancing through the typhoon was extremely difficult.
According to Lu Ban's estimation, the current wind force must have exceeded level sixteen, with peak wind speeds surpassing fifty meters per second. Combined with the heavy rain, it was akin to bullets directly striking the body.
Umbrellas were utterly useless, and raincoats made it easier for the wind to lift you off your feet. Lu Ban, carrying a small backpack, walked in the rain, under the illusion that Doomsday had arrived.
Laika shook off the water from its body, but the next second it was soaked again. It simply opened its mouth and freed itself from the form of a Corgi, reverting to that fierce and terrifying monster shape.
Lu Ban felt that if he kept getting drenched like this, grass would grow three feet tall on his body. He turned back to look at Feng Yu.
There was not a single drop of rain on Feng Yu.
All the rainwater seemed to shy away from her, veering aside to form an invisible barrier.
"Is this magic?"
