"Boom!"
Just then, the sky above the mountain peaks darkened.
In no time, oppressive clouds rolled in, black as ink, nearly pressing down to the ground. Occasionally, lightning illuminated the clouds, heralding a forthcoming storm.
"This is bad! How could it start raining now?"
The "Demon-Slaying Incense" had burned halfway. In midair, the face of the woman in white turned exceptionally grim, as if covered with frost. The oppressive sensation from the clouds paled in comparison to the chill she exuded.
"A thunderstorm will break the illusion! Once the thunder roars, the illusion will be shattered, and both sides will reappear!"
The clouds sank lower and lower, their oppressive weight causing the white-clad woman to waver, her heart filled with worry.
"Boom!"
As the "Demon-Slaying Incense" burned down to one-third, thunder and lightning erupted from the clouds. Streaks of lightning crisscrossed the sky, tearing through the darkness.
"Crash!"
