Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
Crack!——
The mountain wind seemed to have lost its tether, like an enraged giant darting up and down the hills. Lightning flashed repeatedly, like a glowing scarlet snake, illuminating the chaotic clouds surging like a tidal wave in the night sky.
It was the season of July storms.
The season of thunder and rain.
A few madmen stood on the mountain peak, intending to defy the celestial might.
The terrifying thunderclaps rumbled like cannon fire, resonating for miles, still leaving hearts pounding with fear.
All over the hills, the mountain village players and native NPCs gazed with bewilderment at the rapidly changing skies, unable to discern what such a sudden frightful phenomenon might portend.
Yet all were awe-struck by this bizarre atmosphere, left only to stare blankly.
Murong Qingqing and Wang Yuyan, who were not undergoing the tribulation, watched from the steps as directed by Jiang Dali, yet did not fully withdraw.
