Tap tap...
The sound of footsteps grew clearer.
Du Wei lifted his head to glance at the sky, heavy with gloom, occasionally slashed by lightning.
The torrential rain drenched his face, which, due to the temperature, appeared much paler.
Under the state of Spirit Vision, he could distinctly feel the sense of oppression intensifying behind him, as the dead, malevolent gaze fixed unwaveringly on him.
"It's the nun..."
Du Wei silently said to himself and looked down at the lighter in his hand.
In the rain, the flame from the lighter was gradually shrinking.
At this rate, it would be completely extinguished in a few minutes.
Du Wei knew that the flame wasn't diminishing due to the rain, as it burned because of the presence of the nun.
The flame was shrinking merely because it was contending with the nun's power.
It was like a balance scale...
