In the Holy light, the fine rain fell.

At that moment, the strangeness reached its extreme. Chen Yang and others only felt that the rain filaments fell on their bodies and soon penetrated into their skin.

Subsequently, these filaments begin to converge in the body, gathering the filamentous airflow.

Chen Yang noticed that the drizzle was not the nutrient produced by Dan Yao. He felt very comfortable. Besides, there was no other feeling.

But these raindrops are a panacea for Solor and the wounded. Rain moistens their injured lungs, dredges congestion and so on.

"God, you see?" Mowu suddenly exclaimed. He pointed to the ground as he spoke.

Chen Yang...