The silver Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, dragging a long tail flame of Fox Fire, plunged into the dense atmosphere of Shuji. Master Yuan Hao and Xuan Che, flying on swords, followed like meteors. As they entered the deceleration stage near the equator, they quickly encountered an astonishingly thick cloud layer.
The clouds approached like an endless curtain, growing deeper and darker. The sunlight gradually faded behind the clouds. The Nine-Tailed Fox, carrying Yu Sheng, weaved through the rain-laden and crystal-filled cumulonimbus depths. Erin clutched Yu Sheng's arm tightly, clinging to him like a koala, her eyes wide, watching the scenery beyond the demon fox's back—howling winds, bright electric arcs occasionally bursting through the clouds, a sudden flash of lightning and thunder illuminating torrents of rain pouring like an overturned ocean in the sky.
