Thud thud thud...
The downpour was raging.
This rain had come out of nowhere, and it quickly soaked the ground around them.
Du Wei looked up at the gloomy sky.
In a daze,
his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
The rain had started out of the blue.
New York had seen how many rains already...
It seemed,
ever since Du Wei started encountering Evil Spirits, most of his memories involved rain, whether in New York or some other city.
Even when he had flown to international destinations like Poland and West Gana,
the rain hadn't stopped.
What's most important is,
"Why is it raining at this time?"
Du Wei couldn't help but speak out.
Brand, who stood by his side, consciously touched his mask, where a dark will immediately responded, that was the power of the Demon Spirit.
All the rainwater, though falling towards the two men,
would be diverted at the last moment by an invisible force, deliberately avoiding them.
Having done that,
