The downpour was relentless, and the raindrops as large as fava beans were painful on the skin.
The thatched shelter wasn't big, and the edges couldn't keep out the wind and rain, already crowded by Lin Baici and his men.
The towering armored soldiers completely ignored them and rushed over in a hurry, squeezing into the shelter.
The clanging sound of armor, scabbards, and long spears, was powerful, as if suffused with the smell of blood.
Except for Lin Baici and his few associates, others quickly made way and vacated the shelter.
They would rather be drenched than experience the contamination of the rules.
The soldiers saw a few people hadn't left and immediately fixed fierce and brutal gazes on them, as if ready to draw swords and behead them at any moment.
Lin Baici glanced at these soldiers and then turned his attention to the believers, frowning.
Why are there foreigners?
Could they not be human?
