Drip, drip, drip...
Such words alone were utterly insufficient to depict the severity of the rain at this moment.
The falling raindrops seemed to be filled with rage, tearing through the sky and crashing onto the earth, bending trees, and ravaging branches and leaves. Even in the dark weather of the Demon Realm during the transition from winter to spring, such a frenzied downpour was still not that common.
The water washed away all the scents in the air, forcing this group of inferior vampires, who mainly relied on their sense of smell to determine direction and lock onto locations, to slow down their marching speed. The leader of the Evil Blood, who had just removed his hood with his withered and pale arm, was instantly covered in stinging raindrops before his eyes.
"Damn it..."
The leader of the Evil Blood Assassins cursed under his breath as he wiped the rainwater from his face.
