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Chapter 591: The Miraculous Fire Rain

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A Will Eternal – Chapter 591

Chapter 591: The Miraculous Fire Rain

A rain of flames descended on the Bai Clan, shining all of them with a bright red light. The clan was immediately thrown into a huge commotion, and power flowed into the spell formation to defend against the incoming flames.

Countless clan members rushed out of their residences to look up at the sky, where cries of astonishment began to fill the night sky.

"What ... what is it ?!"

"Don't tell me we were attacked!?!?"

“Aaahhh! It's a rain fire …. "

The heat from the flame was almost at the level of a twelve-colored flame, causing rumbling sounds to resound as the defensive clan's spell formation twisted and distorted. One after another, powerful clan members flew into the air.

"What's going on!?!?" Bai Qi was in the crowd, looking startled, as was Madam Cai, who had emerged from her home to see what was happening.

"Fire twelve colors ... it ... fire twelve colors !? How is this possible! Multi-colored fire rain?!? !! ” Many chosen from the additional lineages all look shocked and astonished.

From a distance, it looked like the entire Bai Clan was being bathed in flames. Meanwhile, Bai Xiaochun was now outside the city, looking back in shock at the scene that was going on.

"Don't blame me .. I accidentally did this …." Scalp tingling with fear, he gritted his teeth and took advantage of the chaos in the clan to use his Abadi Hex to return to the northern district.

Even when he returned to his hut, the clan's spell formation finally couldn't last any longer, and began to run unsteadily under the barrage of gunfire. Just when it seemed like it was about to collapse, several furious shouts could be heard from the eastern district as eight shadowy figures surged into the air. To his surprise, all those figures emitted Nascent Soul stage fluctuations.

These were the elders of the Nascent Soul clan, who quickly parted ways and managed the key areas of the spell formation. By strengthening the formation with all their strength, they gradually stabilized it.

It was a shocking sight for Bai Xiaochun, who was sitting there nervously in the northern district, seeing the flames outside the shield and frowning on the verge of tears.

"I doubt anyone would have realized I was the one who caused this …." How could he have anticipated that trying to juggle the flames would produce such a terrifying result …?

Even when he was annoyed by his anxiety, a middle-aged man appeared in the eastern district.

He was wearing luxurious clothes, and the type of person who looked threatening without getting angry. There was something very impressive about him, and apparently, he was in the middle of the Nascent Soul stage. As soon as people saw it, a respectful look could be seen in their eyes, and they clasped hands and bowed.

"Greetings, Clan Leader."

That person was none other than Bai Hao's father, the current clan head of the Bai Clan. Looking at the sky outside the spell formation shield, his expression became extremely ominous. It seemed like he was just about to speak, when suddenly, a cold snort echoed out from the underground chamber in the depths of the city. It sounded ancient, and as strong as thunder, causing the clouds above to churn. The voice even seemed to fuse with heaven and earth, as if this person had become one with everything. The sky is manifested in this person, and vice versa!

"Dissolve!" That one word caused the red clouds above to disintegrate into countless fragments. Then, it was as if a huge and invisible hand swept over them, clearing the sky.

There in the northern district, Bai Xiaochun could sense an extremely powerful divine sense in that word, something terrifying that replaced the will of the heavens.

"A god!" he thought, trembling. At the same time, he once again made sure that his own aura was well hidden.

Having no foundation, the rain of flint gradually began to thin. Thanks to the power of the spell formation, and the fact that the clouds had been destroyed, it disappeared, and the Bai Clan was spared from any calamity ….

From deep within the dungeon, the gloomy and domineering voice of the Bai Clan patriarch spoke: "Someone turned a twelve-colored flame into a cunning attack on our Bai Clan …. Investigate immediately, and find out who did this! ”

That included Bai Qi, Madam Cai, and the others. As for the clan head, although he did not prostrate, he held hands and bowed deeply, a respectful expression on his face. After finishing his bow, he waved his sleeve and spoke in a tone that did not trigger a debate.

"The Hall of Corrections, the Hall of Justice, and all the other clan members, listen to my orders. Do everything in your power to find out what's going on here tonight !! ”

That night, almost no one in the entire clan could rest. Under the leadership of the clan elders, as well as the Correction Hall and the Justice Hall, a thorough investigation was conducted.

An internal investigation was conducted in advance, but the scope of the investigation immediately led people to the ornamental stone where Bai Xiaochun worked. Although it was quickly determined that the stones were the location where the incident began, no clues were left behind. However, the investigation only continues to increase.

Bai Xiaochun felt extremely nervous, and realized that he had once again caused a great disaster. Plus, this was not the River Suppression Sect, it was the Bai Clan, who had treated his own disciple with extremely cold brutality. However, he still felt that he had done nothing wrong.

“I didn't do it on purpose! Why are they making such a big deal out of it? " The night passed quickly, but the problem did not end. Over the next few days, people came to ask him on several occasions. In the end, though, no progress was made in the investigation, and eventually, the problem became a sort of unsolved mystery ….

Bai Xiaochun knew that it was a tense situation, and because of that, he did not dare to try to bring out any more flames. However, he continued to study and analyze the topic, and kept trying to ascertain why he had failed.

“I can't believe it really caused heavy rain. What exactly did I do wrong …?

"The fire was extremely strong, and yet, it was only a twelve-colored flame. What if it's a fifteen-color flame? Then .... The Bai clan .. might have been removed from the map. " On the one hand, he was moved by how powerful the fire was, but on the other, worried about why he had failed. As he continued to analyze the matter in his hut, five days passed. At this point, he looked rather thin and haggard, and had already reached the limit of what he could mentally analyze.

“Blogically, I shouldn't have failed….

“Everything goes well all the time. The sudden failure in the end seemed very suspicious ….

"Plus, it really forms a soul medicine ….

"Where exactly am I wrong?" Clenching his hands, he again reviewed every step he had taken, and analyzed them carefully. Finally, one afternoon, he shivered and looked up, his eyes shining brightly.

"Don't say ... It's my copy!?!?" The more he thought about it, the more likely it was that the problem had something to do with the fact that he had used a clone to help conjure a twelve-colored flame with his true self.

“If it's because of my clone, then it will explain everything. I created that clone with the soul of a god, and I don't even know what divine ability that soul might have. Maybe ... That's why. ” After pondering over the matter a little more, he left one of his clones behind and then went into the darkness alone.

Although there were tense things in the clan, he was still itching to go do a few more tests to see if he was right.

Therefore, he ran along, left the Bai Clan territory and found a cave deep within a few mountains. There, he began preparations to make another attempt to conjure a twelve-colored flame.

This time, he did not use the strength of the clones. He only relied on himself, using the same methods as before. It was difficult, and he almost lost control on two occasions. However, by strengthening himself with spirit alcohol, he made sure that he always had enough strength for him.

It took a little more time as well, and soon, his head hurt. By the time the sea of flames formed into the twelve-colored flame tongue, he was drenched in sweat and panting with excitement.

“I'm not doing anything different than before…. The only difference was that I did not use my clone to help conjure the flames! Therefore, it must have something to do with my clone! My clone is made of the soul of a god. That should mean that using clones to conjure necromantic flames. "

Excited to have found the reason for his failure before, he got up, his eyes shining.

“Then, I guess I have actually created ... my own necromantic divine ability! The magic fire rain! "

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