Pei Ye stared in blank amazement at the scene; two long Jiao with divine appearances were gradually washed away by the rain, and instead of revealing flesh and white bones after the scales melted, their long bodies left a faint shadow between the rain curtains of heaven and earth, until it faded into a painting, and then even the ink was washed away bit by bit.
For a moment, Pei Ye felt they never truly existed, as rain passed through the two grand painted shadows, seemingly touching nothing.
Beside him, Li He raised a hand, a light flew out gracefully, aiming straight for the two long shadows on the river, but this famous sword also brushed past them as if they were not in the same world, unable to disturb each other.
The two shadows gradually washed away to nothingness, leaving five large ships swaying there, blood and the scale demons' dreamlike illusions vanished, leaving only wind and torrential rain on the river surface.
