The world was turned upside down, space collapsed, thick fog squirmed, and the sun and moon lost their light. Surrounded by thick mist, it felt as if one had entered a world of fog.
At this time, the sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled. The rain fell heavily, but it was not rain, it was fire and rain. The weather was scorching hot, as if the apocalypse had come.
Each drop of fiery rain seemed small and insignificant, yet each carried a terrifying power that could easily kill most Middle Gods. The dense fiery rain forced the Martial Emperor and others to stagger, some even dispersing.
The Yin Yang setup of Zhu Shen changed again, like the golden bow and arrow in the sky. They were fierce and unstoppable. People had to either fight back or flee. An Upper God was unexpectedly hit by several arrows, even causing blood to flow from the wounds.
As time went by, both sides fought hundreds of rounds. People watched this scene unfold.
