Legend of the Great Saint-Chapter 1635 - Black Rain

Chapter 1635 - Black Rain

The curtain of night gradually fell, and the surroundings sank into deep darkness. There was not a single speck of light to be seen within several thousand kilometres. Myriad city that blazed with lights was like a lone boat in the endless expanse of the ocean.

The black clouds surged in the night sky. The pattering drizzle fell endlessly.

The imposing statue over the shallow sea had already turned completely black. The rainwater trickled along the statue’s thick brows, but its eyes remained fixed on the depths of the darkness, ignoring and unaware of everything that happened behind it.

Commandant Luo blinked his eyes that had been moistened by the cold rain and dazedly gazed at the mark he had left behind. Suddenly, he felt extremely melancholic as if he had lost something extremely important.

The spectators all felt like they had just witnessed history. Right as everyone thought Li Qingshan had begun his lengthy reign over the Myriad sect, the curtains had fallen in the blink of an eye.

However, Wang Junxing felt great pity. He was unable to do anything to Li Qingshan, so he could only vent on Li Qingshan’s lackeys, hoping all the people here died horrible deaths.

Hmph, and I was wondering about just how staunch you lot were. Turns out you’re just a bunch of cowards!

Leng Yuan continued to stand above. Snowflakes danced around him. An icy smile formed on his cold face, like the freezing lakewater that seeped out between the ice.

Before the might of the law, just who could defy it?

Afterwards, without needing to say another word, the soldiers stepped forward one by one, leaving behind their own mark on the black statue’s back.

The sword qi and blade aura were like bolts of lightning, immediately illuminating everyone’s faces before sinking back into darkness in the next moment.

Eveyrthing unfolded in silence, like they were holding some kind of ceremony, drawing a clear line between the present and the past.

Everyone was dispirited and pale, no longer possessing the confidence and morale they possessed when they first arrived. Their hot blood of asura gradually cooled within their blood vessels, becoming cold like the rain, basically to a point where they trembled.

They had fought to the final moments on the battlefield, but they had never imagined they would bend to this invisible pressure, the strict laws set by those in power.

Even true asura would lose their undying bodies when they lost their fighting spirit, let alone them.

The general was the courage of the army!

That man was no longer here. Meanwhile, they had been stripped from the army, dismantled into individuals, except they were facing an undefeatable enemy yet again.

Their united determination turned into the helplessness of going with the flow, offering up their pride like lambs to the slaughterhouse.

Suddenly, they realised they were not courageous warriors bold enough to face a Demon God. Instead, they were cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation community, in…

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