Chương 768: World of Rising Floods

A torrent of water fell from the sky. Raindrops collided with the earth, and thousands of shattering sounds overlapped, turning into a roar that engulfed the heavens and the earth.

Steam rose up thickly in the deep night. Even if you held an umbrella with all your might, you would still feel suffocated.

As the ground shook, the huge arched gate slowly opened, and the lightning in the sky illuminated the hideous palace in the distance.

The imperial secretary holding a lantern stood in the rain. He lowered his eyes.

"Please come here, my lord." The secretary led him through the violent rain. His scarlet robe was made dark red by the rain, like blood.

In the dark night, under the cover of heavy rain, waves of aether fluctuated one after another in the palace. They intertwined, shaking the rain curtains as if they wanted to reach the firmament, casting down limitless pressure.

It was suffocating.