A boundless green rain of light sprinkled down, piercing through everything that came in contact with it. The dark clouds in the sky, the thunderbolts within the dark clouds, the hailstones beneath the thunderbolts, and the mountain rocks that sparked when hit by the hailstones…everything was pierced by the green drizzle. Just like them, the armors worn by Wu Qi and the others were pierced, and so were their bodies. Stabbing pain washed through them, and it was so painful that they roared and twitched while tumbling down to the ground.
"Pagoda, rise!" Wu Qi gave a thunderous roar. Immediately, the three-colored pagoda shot out from the top of his head, emanating a massive sheet of colorful light that engulfed their surroundings. After fighting the immortals for countless years, the Directorate of Celestials had figured out numerous strange mystic arts, which allowed them to temporarily wield the immortal artifacts crafted by the immortals with natural energies.
