"This scene is just like the end of the world!" Zhang Menglong looked up at the sky, the dense dark clouds pressing down so heavily that it suffocated people, like a heavy object constantly pushing down, constantly falling.
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall from the clouds, but the raindrops were all blood-red, as if made of blood.
Oddly enough, this torrential rain only fell around Aiville City, which seemed like the eye of a storm.
Zhang Menglong sniffed hard, but did not detect any scent of blood from the rain. He did notice that the people around him were visibly becoming more serious in demeanor.
"How long is this rain supposed to last?" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself.
"Six months, I think," said a primitive member of Yan Huang City next to Zhang Menglong.
"Six months?" Zhang Menglong repeated the words silently. Can he predict the blood rain's duration?
