The golden light dissipated, and so did the mist.
But the heavy rain did not cease; instead, it became fiercer. Countless threads of rain, like silver needles, drummed against the high tower with crackling sounds!
Gu Changzhi stood in place.
The place where he stood was bathed in sunlight.
The rain threads above Gu Changzhi's head were incinerated, with steam rising endlessly. The golden light surged across most of the Sky Divine Domain.
Opposite him.
Qinglong sat slumped on the Throne. The throne had been shattered in the previous engagement, unable to support Qinglong's body. Crimson blood dripped down Qinglong's face, his cheeks as delicate as porcelain, cracked from Gu Changzhi's strike, with several fragments falling to the ground, rinsed clean by the rain.
The sky fire appeared somewhat dim under the sun's brilliance.
The outcome of this battle had already been decided.
Qinglong was no match for Gu Changzhi.
