The black rain pours down.
Wu Xiaode exudes the malice of "Burning God" and raises his head to look at the rain.
A giant dark hand appears out of nowhere, shielding him from the wind and rain.
The dragon and snake rise!
In this "invincible" state, he might be able to hold on without getting drenched by the rain.
But if the enemy strikes within the rain—
That's a different story.
"Be buried here, or perhaps you still want to try that previous move?"
The enemy sneers coldly.
Wu Xiaode snaps back to his senses and looks at it, saying, "Why do you have to kill me?"
"Killing you all is as natural and necessary to me as breathing," the enemy replies.
"I get it, you won't have power unless you kill me," Wu Xiaode says.
He looks up at the rain.
The dragon and snake indeed block the rain, but those raindrops seem alive, clinging to the giant hand, always trying to drill inside.
Wu Xiaode even has a premonition.
