All sides converged here, where Qi mechanisms clashed, and killing intent overflowed.
Even though the materials of this temple hall were extraordinary, it had suffered significant damage after several battles.
The hall was damp, with endless drizzle.
Every strand of rain seemed like the edge of a sword.
This was the work of Lord Rain Transformer, a downpour sent from the heavens, unceasing for months, born amidst the moisture of the rain, mysterious and unfathomable.
"Indeed not ordinary, just a half step away from ascending to the nefarious and malicious tier."
Above them, Lin Yan, transformed into Lord Qingling, sat like a stone statue on the divine platform, overlooking below.
Inside the hall, any wooden object sprouted roots and growths, sharp as blades.
"Wood spirits, a breed between demons and evil spirits. Logically, when old trees become spirits, they turn into tree demons, but this one was born from the vitality within the forest..."
