As soon as Sun Hang's words fell, the rain around him suddenly fell into a state of suspension—what was once a downpour from the sky seemed as if someone had pressed a pause button, freezing in mid-air. Even the droplets that had splashed up from the mud weren't spared.
Sun Hang could even see the streamlined trails left by the scattered droplets in the air.
"What's going on with this rain?" Wang Xiyi instantly grew cautious, turning around to form a back-to-back defensive stance with Sun Hang.
"This rain doesn't seem very clean." Sun Hang reached out his hand, touching a suspended raindrop in mid-air. The moment his finger made contact with the rain, a bone-chilling cold surged through his entire body.
This feeling was somewhat similar to the ability of the Candle Dragon, yet not entirely the same.
"Rainwater is inherently dirty," Wang Xiyi said, "It's mixed with a lot of radioactive dust, lethal 'dirty rain' for ordinary people without protection."
