C2258 A Heavy Rain
The brush stabbed into the ground, but it directly stabbed into the last of the Yin words.
It was also the word with the lightest color, the one that was almost transparent, the word ‘Heaven'.
The rolling aura continuously poured into the ground from the brush.
The word ‘Heaven' seemed to be filled with energy as it directly flew up into the sky.
The word flew higher and higher
