At this moment, thunder began to rumble again.
Jiang Ming felt that the weather was a little strange. There was rain, hail, thunder, and flood. So, he looked at Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe. "Do the two of you know who is behind this weather? It's not good for us to continue being passive."
Sikong Wuyuan pondered.
"I don't know about this kind of spell that controls the weather, but I can hide the weather."
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Ming felt a glimmer of hope.
Immediately after, he realized that there were some inexplicable halos around him. These halos lifted the baby-faced woman, the villagers, and the others up, and the villagers also turned into smaller people.
They were muttering on the light circle, and no one knew what they were talking about.
There was a large circle around them that was faintly glowing. It was as if it had formed a magic array with the rings of light.