Chapter 553 - 477: Why is this road so difficult? (Extra double update)
The relentless rain pelted down so fiercely that it made one ache, the True Believers had never imagined that one day, they would encounter such a storm.
Violent winds mixed with rainfall tore at the earth, leaves scattered in a sorry whirl, and all around turned to darkness and Chaos, accompanied everywhere by the cracking sound of trees.
Veldor struggled to move forward, he positioned himself in front of an old Believer, involuntarily protecting his Godfather, his other father.
The storm had come so suddenly that the entire Sect was unprepared.
The Priest leading the Sect continually shook a bell, holding aloft a flag in hand, lest the True Believers of the Sect lose each other and stray from their path.
Under these circumstances, once separated, it likely meant death.
The storm grew fiercer, showing no sign of subsiding, carrying sand and leaves that whistled a lethal tune, loudly calling to death.
Panic erupted, and the people of the Sect turned pale, their blood seeming to stop flowing under the grip of fear.
The members of the Sect depended on each other, huddled together, struggling to move forward against the formidable storm, desperately seeking a suitable place to take refuge.
As the violent winds swept through, Veldor gradually could no longer hear the old Believer’s gasping breaths, forcing him to turn back several times to confirm the old Believer was still following, branches and stones thrown by the storm painfully struck him, and as the storm continued to rage, his field of vision shrank further into an area of Chaos.
In the face of this storm, how powerless they were, even huddling together for warmth was just that, warming.