The fire borrowed the wind's momentum, speeding up significantly, and the courtyard of the Brick Factory instantly turned into a sea of flames.
"Boom..."
"Crash..."
Just as the flames were about to scorch the ground dry, a lightning bolt suddenly split through the sky, illuminating the nighttime sky of the Brick Factory.
An invisible giant hand gathered the surrounding dark clouds atop the Brick Factory, and it was as if a floodgate in the reservoir within the clouds burst open, releasing thousands of tons of water to pour down.
A sheet of white spread across the Brick Factory as the violent rain shredded the soil beneath into chaos.
The ferocity of the water left no space for the Yan Fire to rampage freely,
No matter how hard Gu Ling chanted her Divine Spell, she could no longer rekindle even the tiniest spark of fire.
As for Zhao Wuya's Dragon Seeking Wind, it could at most push the rain slightly sideways.
