Above the dense clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Zhao Douan stood in mid-air, holding the Mystic Turtle Seal, his gaze sweeping over the lands below, with the towering Divine behind him moving as if an extension of his own arm.
Under the torrential rain, the flames within the city gradually began to weaken and extinguish.
However, it was still not enough.
The burning extended beyond the city to numerous scattered fields outside. Su Dan had evidently prepared in advance, dispatching soldiers to various farmlands. A few soldiers were enough to set an entire field ablaze.
"Still not enough." Zhao Douan raised his hand and punched the air. A hole immediately formed in the dark clouds, and the thick rainclouds rolled towards the four corners, while the rainfall within the city began to weaken. The stored water within the Mystic Turtle Seal started to disperse evenly over an area of dozens of miles around.
