The rain plummeting from the high sky became torrential, turning into a roaring deluge like the thunderstorms of midsummer in the midst of winter!
The night grew ever deeper.
Raindrops struck the bamboo hats, splashing up hazy mists of water, making the powerful blood and qi of the confronting martial artists seem slightly chilled.
Li Che's eyes were fierce and ruthless, as if the savagery accumulated over two lifetimes was fully ignited at this moment.
He tilted his head back, looking up at the dark sky, as transparent raindrops fell and misted upon the Cute Bull Mask, blurring his vision.
The environment was harsh, but… for Li Che, it was the perfect opportunity provided by heaven and earth.
The cold rainwater was most likely to erode vigor.
The pitch-dark night was most suitable for concealing one's form.
Combined, it was the ideal time to conceal one's breath and strike from the shadows.
"Attack!"