Jiang Shi's eyes were cold, a grim smile appeared on his face as he watched the motionless formidable enemies of Northern Zhou in front of him, his body still emitting white light, rapidly healing his injuries.
He did not leave immediately, still staying amidst the curtain of rain.
Because only by being amidst the rain could he have enough confidence!
Only then could he utilize this mighty power of heaven at any time!
The raindrops fell down in sheets, making a rushing sound, landing on the ground, forming one small puddle after another, the puddles accumulating and quickly gathering into larger pools.
The fierce wind howled between heaven and earth, wailing unceasingly, as if mourning the death of the High Priest.
Thick bolts of lightning, like roaming snakes, occasionally tore through the sky, making loud sounds.
All around, the crowd was silent.
Each person stayed under the rain, both startled and fearful, motionless, thoroughly intimidated by Jiang Shi.
