The wind ceased, the rain dissipated, within an area of a hundred yards around, only a few trees stood crookedly.
A flash of lightning passed, and Yang Ji appeared with a sullen face, his gaze fiercely sweeping around, and the brilliant thunder plowed through the ground.
He was ultimately a step too late.
Daoist Ming Zhen was slain, their side had lost support, and the Rain Master Token had been refined. If not reclaimed, the plan would completely fail.
Without the ability to pray for rain to rally the people's hearts, nor exacerbate the drought to incite public outrage, it could be said they were thoroughly beaten.
Yang Ji felt unwillingness in his heart, trying to find even a slight clue. His eyes scanned with lightning speed, and suddenly—
"Boom!"
His eyes emitted thunder light, and a lightning bolt struck the last remaining large tree within the region.
The tree trunk was immediately split, a shadowy figure flashed by.
"Young Master Yang, why rush so?"