There was lightning and thunder in Yuren Village, and torrential rain fell at any time.
Who could have expected that the beautiful weather would change at a moment's notice, and by the time they reacted, several disciples were soaked to the skin, standing together in a mess like a group of chickens. Only three or two disciples used magic to block the rain in time, and everything was still clean from top to bottom.
At this time, everyone turned their attention to the corner under the shadow of the ancestral hall.
A short figure bypassed the crazy and self-conscious Yu Ren in the center and walked towards them.
"The situation is critical..." The short feathered man glanced at the sky, shook his head and sighed, "The foundation of the holy realm is the essence of the spirit demon of the gods. It is unstable. The weather in the holy realm changes suddenly and natural disasters occur frequently. "
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