Boom!
Rumbling!
As Xiao Yi and the others soared towards the sky, the dark red apocalyptic clouds above seemed to have been provoked by a deity and thus erupted into complete fury. Dark red specks rained down incessantly, joining to form swathes.
Pitter-patter.
Like a crimson blood rain.
Whoosh!
Each drop of this blood-red light, which coalesced into a rain, was as sharp as the edge of a blade.
Puff, puff, puff!
Xiao Yi, leading the charge, was the first to feel the terror of the light rain. His body shuddered, and he emitted a heaven-shaking low growl. Beneath him, Little Lin roared towards the sky, and amidst the floating and sinking golden light, a resounding dragon's roar was unleashed.
Roar!
Beneath this terrible roar, Little Lin carried Xiao Yi as they continued to charge towards the firmament.
A sharp sword.
