Corpse rain fell like a waterfall, shattering the landscape.
Lord Yeli Dong found himself at the end of a river overflowing with corpse blood, countless white hands and ghastly pale faces streaming down from upstream, their sinister laughter a fine trickle like ten thousand demons descending upon the world.
Without legs, he was like a man rendered a pig, frantically paddling his hands in the water, trying to follow the waterfall downwards, to escape from here.
"Splash—"
He fell down the waterfall cliff, amidst the buzzing in his ears, the scene before his eyes changed, as if he was falling from endless skies to the clouds, piercing through the blood-red thunderstorm, plummeting against the atmosphere toward the earth!
The wind and rain howled across his face, and the towering fortress city dominating the sky pass appeared close before him.
