371 The Last Ingredient

The White Cloud Red-Eyed Rabbit suddenly ceased their frenzy. All of them lay prone on the ground at that moment.

Some of them looked up at the sky fearfully, their white tails shaking uncontrollably behind them.

Others began frantically digging holes in the ground in an attempt to bury themselves beneath the earth.

However, they were currently on cement. Even if they clawed so hard at the ground that their claws bled and splintered, they couldn't dig a hole deep enough to completely hide from whatever was coming.

In the sky, clouds began gathering, forming a thick wet mist above the ground. Without warning, a downpour fell.

The sound of rain began to grow louder. Each water droplet was shaped like a bullet, completely defying the laws of fluid dynamics. Each of them had a sharp tip on one end and a rounded base on the other.