The weather by the sea is always unpredictable.
As the screams of the more than ten Yunxiu Square cultivators gradually faded away, a heavy rain began to fall over the grand city of the Four Seas Pavilion.
Before being taken away, the twenty or so women from different races knelt down and kowtowed to Wu Wang several times, then they were pulled aside for temporary settlement outside the city.
Young men and women in flame battle armor stood silently above and below, in the streets and on rooftops; the glimpses of their faces visible behind their visors were strikingly calm.
The group of body cultivators from the Annihilation Sect stood in a line behind Wu Wang, standing quietly.
Yang Wudi grabbed two large umbrellas, one in each hand, sheltering Wu Wang and Fire Plume, who were seated in front, from the rain.
Fire Plume didn't seem to like talking, and Wu Wang had no intention of starting a conversation either.
