The light of the fire was still bright.

The water drops kept falling.

The air in the exit of the maze became scorching and damp. With Liu Xiuwei as the center, the fire was gathered around him and then spread outwards in all directions.

The rain of sword-like water drops kept falling and hitting toward the light curtain of fire, carrying endless Sword Energy, like a belt of light, a swimming dragon, a flood.

Flames and rain drops were the only things in everyone's ...