Tribulation

In the forest.

The sky became dim and the crackle of thunder echoed as rain poured down.

The hearts of the Broken Moon Clan’s members were already terrible enough and the rain had made it even worse.

“Is the heavens closing its eyes on us? Making us get wet like dogs before we die?”

Vice Head Li and company were full of sorrow.

The short elder’s eyebrows furrowed as he stood on the tree. When the rain came near him, it was pushed away by his Qi of True Spirit.

Obviously, his mood was also affected by the weather.

Miao miao!

The little thieving cat happily played with the bronze coin in its paw without concern of danger.

Zhao Feng lifted his head and let the rain pour down on his face, wetting his clothes. On his face was a smile.

“All of you retreat. This one would like to see the strength of a person at True Spirit Realm.”

Zhao Feng’s azure hair blew in the wind as an eruptive aura gradually emanated from him.