Thunder flashes.
Blue lightning darts through the gaps in the clouds, the bright thunder seems to explode right next to the ear, the sound of the earth-shattering rumble replaces all other sounds, and the oppressive force, like the sky, descends from the nine heavens.
A torrential rain falls from the sky, some coming from the clouds, some from the nine heavens, and some from even higher places, dense raindrops fall, it is just ordinary rain, yet it seems like a multitude of sharp swords.
The drops of rain ignore the barriers protecting the Chaoyun Sect, crashing solidly onto the ground, as the rain and wind fall, unstoppable in their force.
The plants struggle, desperately gripping the earth, making their final efforts; fireflies race through the rain, fleeing the onslaught of the storm.
The Chaoyun Sect suspended in the sky sways, like duckweed struck by the rain, it drifts amid the stormy weather, potentially plunging down from the sky at any moment.
