The rain was torrential.
Under the shadows beneath the clock tower, the golden-haired woman stiffly tilted her neck upwards, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with horror, staring in amazement at the distant rooftop.
She couldn't clearly discern what was happening, only seeing Nian Gengcheng, who had just approached the wheelchair youth in the world of white light, being instantly turned to flying ash by the extreme red Constant Flame, and the blazing white world faded away in an instant.
The fine rain from the sky fell again, forming a pattering curtain of rain.
But with Nian Gengcheng killed instantly, the blood-colored rain curtain turned transparent, and the world fell silent.
What... on earth is going on?
The golden-haired woman wore a mask on her face, though her expression was unclear, her bright phoenix eyes were full of puzzled wonder, did the Holy Realm's Evil Cultist just die like that?
