Yuan Zhixiang furrowed his brows and said, "It's unpredictable!"
The rain was too heavy,
In an instant, the sound of rain merged into a roaring noise. The sky seemed to crack open with countless fissures, the torrential rain converged into waterfalls, pouring down onto the earth, every drop seemingly as heavy as a thousand pounds, falling onto the great fire on Danyang Mountain, directly consuming the flames.
Within the fusion of water and fire,
Gu Zhan's body drifted like a leaf, the scenery around him extremely eerie, fire burning, water trembling,
And that sword moved against his chest,
This sword, very ordinary, with no particularly elaborate moves,
This sword, very simple, just a beginner's thrust,
Yet it embodied the most terrifying killing intent in the world,
Gu Zhan, a dignified Supreme Grandmaster, was unable to avoid it,
He could only keep retreating,
Raindrops scattered,
Dripping onto the sword,
In one moment, the shadow is real, close at hand.
