Chapter 371 The Last Ingredien (1/2)
The White Cloud Red-Eyed Rabbit suddenly ceased their frenzy. All of them lay prone on the ground at that moment.
Some of them looked up at the sky fearfully, their white tails shaking uncontrollably behind them.
Others began frantically digging holes in the ground in an attempt to bury themselves beneath the earth.
However, they were currently on cement. Even if they clawed so hard at the ground that their claws bled and splintered, they couldn't dig a hole deep enough to completely hide from whatever was coming.
In the sky, clouds began gathering, forming a thick wet mist above the ground. Without warning, a downpour fell.
The sound of rain began to grow louder. Each water droplet was shaped like a bullet, completely defying the laws of fluid dynamics. Each of them had a sharp tip on one end and a rounded base on the other.
The bullet-shaped water droplets fell on the White Cloud Red-Eyed Rabbits. Due to their high water density, each of them was sturdier than solid steel.
Blood sprayed out from the White Cloud Red-Eyed Rabbits lying on the ground as the rain fell.
The raindrops, which were under the White Dragon's direction, swerved away from the humans and familiars in the area. Only the monsters on the ground were struck by them.
The violent rain continued falling for ten minutes straight. When it ended, the White Cloud Red-Eyed Rabbits lay on the ground without any sign of life.
The ground was wet. Everyone from the police department simply stood there, completely drenched. Their uniforms were stuck to their bodies, while their hair stuck out at odd angles. Their teeth wouldn't stop chattering in the cold.
It was extremely cold.
The high concentration of water elemental energy had brought with it a cold front that had robbed all the heat in the air.
Gao Ping City's police chief shivered when a cold wind blew past him.
What shook him to the core was the sight of an enormous dragon head looking straight at him. On it stood an unusually well-built old man in a white robe. ”Excuse me, do you know where Changping Village is?” asked the old man.
”It's that, that way...” the police chief said, pointing a shaky finger in the direction of the village. ”Just go 25 miles in that direction and you'll reach it.”
The dragon let out a sharp cry and flew off into the distance. The police chief sighed and collapsed to the ground on his butt.
His mind went blank for a moment, then a realization began to piece itself together in the blankness of his mind. White Dragon, white robe, white hair...
Oh my god, it was him!
He couldn't believe that man had just appeared before him.
...
Thick clouds began gathering in the sky above Changping village. The White Dragon casually threw a glance at the clouds, which slowly began to churn in the air as if a giant invisible hand was stirring them.
The clouds swirling in the sky were as black as ink.
They began to float across the sky to and fro, at times letting sunlight escape through a crack or two in the clouds.
The sun hadn't shone on the village in ages. Some of the houses gave off a faint musty smell when the sunlight hit them.
Pillars of smoke crept out of the houses through the cracks in their walls.
However, there was no sign of the ghost soldiers or any other monster. A deathly silence had fallen over the place. It was as if everyone had just up and left.
On the southern outskirts of Gao Ping City, tens of thousands of ghost soldiers were standing in formation, their bodies radiating an ethereal blue light. Before them, a pack of monsters was fleeing towards the city.
Zhao Kuo was standing at the front of his army clad in blood-red battle armor. His unkempt black hair straggled over his chest, and his cold, dark eyes were staring straight at Gao Ping City like those of a viper.
”Since you cowards don't have the balls to face me, I'll just force you all out of hiding and make you come to me!” shouted ghostly general Zhao Kuo gleefully.