The heavy rain poured down like a torrent, the killing intent surged like a tide!
The figures carved on the dark altar's murals twisted and writhed, letting out shrill ghostly wails as puffs of black mist rose, churned, and were scattered by the relentless rain.
Mu Nianqi leaned forward, her body forming a near forty-five-degree angle with the ground, resembling a crossbow bolt piercing through the rain curtain, charging toward Maitreya lying on the altar.
Faced with two fireballs growing larger, filling the steps completely, Queen Mu gripped the hollowed-out scabbard tightly in her left hand, which rested at her waist, while her right hand hovered above the rain-soaked hilt of her blade.
As the fireballs, resembling meteors, closed in to crush Mu Nianqi, the queen unsheathed her blade and unleashed a furious slash.
