But they hadn't considered it. Xia Liang's words turned out to be true. They had indeed overlooked the single most important detail: Xia Liang simply couldn't die.
He glanced up at the sky, watching the suspended downpour and frozen bolts of lightning. Surprise flickered in his eyes. The Weather Talisman could control the weather within a given area down to the second, even bringing it to a standstill or reversing it. Still, seeing it firsthand was astonishing. After all, such a spectacle was truly breathtaking.
Raising his eyebrows, Xia Liang seemed to have thought of something amusing. His right hand began to rotate slowly, and under his control, everything started returning to its normal course. However, the speed was countless times slower than usual. Raindrops descended with excruciating slowness, at the pace of a single drifting sheet of paper. The lightning also crept forward sluggishly, but within a few moments, it still arrived above Xia Liang's head.
