Heavy rain pounded the ground, splashing up a layer of white mist, as thick electric arcs like metal pillars took root on the ground, propping up the firmament.
In the end, the electric arcs vanished, darkness restored, so pitch-black one could not see his own fingers.
Shi Hao turned around and melted into the dark world, vanishing from this grassland.
Because he knew that if he didn't leave, it might become dangerous. Two Celestial Gods had entered the deepest parts of the grassland, and although they were far away, they would eventually hear the news.
Chaos was destined to engulf the grasslands, with the first Divine Mine of the Celestials Clan destroyed; the event was far from trivial and would severely damage the reputation of the imperial family.
Indeed, not long after, this place boiled with excitement. But all this had nothing to do with Shi Hao anymore, as he had extricated himself and left the vast grasslands.
