However, that was not the most pressing matter. The most crucial thing was what lay before this figure: that powerful beast, just as towering, merely half a head shorter!
It simply allowed the massive azure palm to descend upon its head, failing to react in time.
SNAP!
It was like a water droplet falling and instantly shattering, or like a mournful cry from the very depths, compelling the child to uncontrollably poke half his head out of the water!
SPLASH! A cacophony of water sounds suddenly arose.
However, behind these splashes, Three Seven witnessed another brutal truth.
In this world, there had never been such a thing as the most captivating beauty. Only the splendor of life and the stillness of death were truly worth losing oneself in.
Therefore, the rain here was permeated with blood and fragments of flesh. The rain here was a tempestuous, restless downpour!
It could not only move people and frighten them but also dredge up all sorts of unpleasant memories.
