Three days later.
Dark clouds swept across.
A torrential rain suddenly fell.
In the vast forest, the pattering sound of raindrops could be heard as torrents rapidly converged, flowing down from the top of the mountain forest.
The downpour grew heavier, and the raindrops became denser.
Before long, it had already formed a small mountain flood.
Large volumes of muddy torrents rushed down from above, sweeping away countless fragments of stone.
Atop a large ancient tree.
Jiang Shi stood silently in a black robe, his body motionless, with a layer of mysterious power flowing over his body, repelling all the raindrops.
He looked up and saw that the dark clouds above showed no sign of dispersing, and he had no idea how much longer this rain would continue.
Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a faint bloody scent in his nostrils.
His gaze followed the torrent upward.
