"Rainmaking!"
Zhao Douan, mouth full of divine decree, overlooked the entire city. The divine gaze swept through, with serpents of lightning dancing wildly among the clouds. From ten thousand feet above, bean-sized raindrops fell, hitting the ground and wetting a small patch.
Then...
Innumerable raindrops followed in succession.
At this moment, a torrential downpour swept across nearly a hundred miles radius.
...
Inside the South City Gate, Su Dan and the rebel army watched countless raindrops falling from the sky, their hearts sinking to the bottom.
"Go! Quickly go!" Su Dan suddenly reacted, shouting loudly, waving the whip, and lashing the warhorse.
He didn't know what exactly happened, but he knew that once the fire was extinguished, the court's army would rush in without hesitation.
"Amitabha Buddha! Quickly go!" Fan Long, with a complex expression, raised his hand to pull the dazed Lu Tong, quickly following the army, fleeing to the outside of the city.
