A Heavy Rain

The sky-turning seal was not completely shaped yet, it floated in the sky while shining dazzlingly.

Divine thunderbolts poured down from the heaven like a rain, stirring up the yellow mist released by Priest Dachi. The water and fire hassock seemed about to fail to block the fierce waves of divine thunderbolts soon.

The few powerful beings stood in the midair, looking at Priest Hua and Priest Mu coldly.

Ji Hao gasped and shielded his whole body with the power of the Pan Xi divine mirror. He slowly drifted near Netherworld Priest, then laughed, "Seeing these two elders, I suddenly thought of a hilarious phrase!"

Priest Hua, who had just given a long sigh, narrowed his eyes, looked at Ji Hao and said, "What is so hilarious?"

Ji Hao seriously looked at Priest Hua and said with an extra earnest look, "For great treasures, virtuous people shall have them. My friends, this treasure is destined to be mine!"