The rain was a torrential downpour, with fat drops the size of soybeans pattering down.
Dark clouds rolled across the horizon as if heralding the apocalypse. Jagged bolts of purple lightning, like writhing dragons, plunged into the vast mountain range in an instant. The deafening ROAR of thunder was overwhelming, and one could even faintly hear the startled howls of countless Desolate Beasts echoing from within the mountains.
But the might of heaven and earth was terrifying beyond measure. How could mere mortals or Desolate Beasts possibly stand against it?
KABOOM!
A massive bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky, striking the entrance to a valley.
The intense flash of lightning illuminated the entire valley, revealing a pool of water. By the pool's edge, Hong Yu was wielding his long spear in the torrential downpour.
A year for the saber, a month for the staff, a lifetime for the spear!
