Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 323 322 One Against Two
The Goddess of Wind and Rain rarely smiled faintly: "The main course hasn't been served yet, how can we fill our stomachs first? Judging from your posture, you must have come prepared. So, are you planning to put on a show first, or get straight to the point?"

The God of Mist removed his hat and nodded politely, saying, "Since Your Majesty has been waiting so long, please come to the table."

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible rhythm of rules erupted from the God of Mist.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain did not underestimate her. With a glance, raindrops rained down from all directions towards the God of Mist.

When the dense raindrops struck the God of Mist, they suddenly lost their aim, and countless raindrops splashed up, yet not a single drop wet the hem of his clothes.

The God of Mist raised his hand and pointed, and the rain arrows, imbued with divine power, all turned and shot towards the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain remained calm and composed. With a flick of her feathered sleeve, a fierce, bone-splitting wind suddenly arose, as if a barrage of sharp blades were sweeping towards the God of Mist.

The rain arrows that came head-on were shattered by the wind blades, and the gale did not lose its momentum, covering the god of mist with nowhere to hide in the blink of an eye.

The God of Mist, who had been "torn to pieces," smiled and nodded to the Goddess of Wind and Rain, his figure turning into mist and instantly being blown away by the gale.

"Nothing new."

The Wind and Rain Goddess calmly uttered her words, then turned to look at the Seven-Colored Scale, which was stirring up the wind barrier with its tentacles: "You too."

"Fine, I'll teach you a lesson first."

The Goddess of Wind and Rain raised her hand and threw out the soft sword. The sword grew longer in the wind and, in a few breaths, it had transformed into a sharp, green sword no less than the size of the Broken Wave Bridge.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain made a hand seal and pointed forward, and the giant sword immediately fell, slashing towards the head of the Seven-Colored Scale.

With such a grand display, how could the seven-colored scales not be seen?
He strained to tilt his head back, letting out an angry howl at the giant sword above: "Howl—!"

With a roar, the ferocious-looking fish no longer concealed itself. Its scales shimmered with a colorful, luminous light, and finally all the splendor converged on the pointed horn on its head. Starting from that sharp tip, ripples spread through the air and rapidly expanded in area.

In an instant, it seemed as if the entire sail city was trembling. On the breakwater, whether they were cultivators or merfolk, they all clutched their heads and howled in agony, lying on the ground and groaning in pain.

The greatsword collided with the shockwave, and both sides were momentarily stunned. After a brief silence, an even stronger impact erupted.

Amidst the deafening roar, a raging gale swept outwards, the turbulent waves caused the giant sword to dissipate, and the vast wind barrier at its very center, bearing the brunt of the impact, became unstable.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain covered her face with her sleeves, and her feathered robes fluttered in the wind.

The soft sword spun and flew away, but Lady Wind and Rain raised her hand and beckoned Liu Feng to hand the soft sword back to her.

Taking advantage of the unstable wind barrier, Seven-Colored Scales, without even catching its breath, seized the opportunity to widen the gap again. More and more merfolk poured in with the seawater and rushed towards the battle line on the breakwater.

Glancing at the shore, facing an almost endless number of merfolk, the cultivators fought and retreated, their battle line unknowingly stretching out to nearly a hundred meters.

However, the greatest threat faced by the cultivators was not the merfolk.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain stood high, so she could see clearly—the Church's Divine Guard had already assembled in the factory area.

They had absolutely no intention of coming down to provide assistance.

Judging from this, once the time is right, the church and the merfolk will be able to form a pincer movement.

But the Goddess of Wind and Rain has no intention of interfering; now is not the time to concern herself with ordinary people.

Once she defeats the God of Mist and the Seven-Colored Scales, all the predicaments will disappear.

Having calmed her breath, the Goddess of Wind and Rain changed her incantation, guiding the power of her authority to re-stabilize the wind barrier.

The soft sword trembled rapidly, sending out gusts of wind one after another, the wind force surging and merging into the wind barrier.

But the next second, the Goddess of Wind and Rain noticed something was wrong—as the gale rushed in, the wind barrier not only failed to stabilize, but swayed more and more frequently, like a city wall about to collapse.

After a brief moment of observation, the Goddess of Wind and Rain immediately discovered the reason.

It turns out that the airflow that formed the wind barrier suddenly became disordered. The wind direction was no longer orderly, but became restless and chaotic. They rushed around and canceled each other out, so the wind barrier was difficult to maintain.

This is not the method of the Seven-Colored Scales.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain looked up—wisps of mist gathered above the Seven-Colored Scales' head, and the figure of the God of Mist appeared.

He nodded to the Goddess of Wind and Rain. The Goddess of Wind and Rain narrowed her eyes, pondering silently.

When was she influenced by the power of direction?

A sudden realization dawned on her, and the Wind and Rain Goddess looked down at her hand—it was through the soft sword.

Knowing that it would be difficult to directly influence the Goddess of Wind and Rain, the God of Mist hid in the mist and, while the Goddess was dealing with the Seven-Colored Scales, applied the power of the Directional Authority to the soft sword. When the Goddess withdrew her weapon, he silently carried out a "sneak attack".

The God of Mist laughed smugly, puffing out a wisp of smoke from his pipe.

The seemingly slow-moving smoke condensed but did not dissipate, and it quickly drifted towards the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

The empress took a step and vanished in a gust of wind.

"It's no use, Your Majesty."

The figure of the Wind and Rain Goddess reappeared, but the voice of the God of Mist immediately reached her ears.

She turned her head and saw that she had actually arrived on the head of the Seven-Colored Scales, standing right next to the God of Mist.

The God of Mist smiled at her: "You should know that where you can escape to is now up to me."

The empress retorted, "What if I never intended to escape in the first place?"

The God of Mist's pupils contracted slightly, once again altering the Queen's perception of direction.

Swish!
A cold, sharp light flashed before their eyes, and one of the Mist God's arms was severed at the elbow.

A mist swirled around the wound, yet it failed to heal for a long time.

The God of Mist could feel the gale raging within his body like thousands of steel blades.

He used his divine power to suppress it, and couldn't help but sigh, "I was careless."

The Goddess of Wind and Rain stood right in front of him, without moving an inch from beginning to end.

Since this sword strike was not actually delivered by the Goddess of Wind and Rain, his efforts to change her perception were futile.

Behind the God of Mist, another "Goddess of Wind and Rain" stood there, holding a soft sword.

It was formed from rainwater.

"Give and take, that is proper etiquette."

The Goddess of Wind and Rain smiled slightly, a hint of amusement in her lips.

As they spoke, one "Rain Man" after another appeared, surrounding the God of Mist.

She raised her chin: "Go on, show me what you've got."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless rainmen charged forward.

The God of Mist tapped his pipe lightly, and endless thick fog surged from his body, instantly obscuring the area.

Losing sight, the rain people came up empty-handed.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain tried to sense the location of the God of Mist from the wind, but the power of the directional authority still influenced her, and once she made a move, the wind direction became uncontrollable.

But it doesn't matter, the Goddess of Wind and Rain was prepared for this—the God of Mist likes to hide, but the Seven-Colored Scales have nowhere to hide.

The rain people immediately changed their target and launched an attack on the colorful scales under their feet.

They crashed one by one into the tip of the seven-colored scales, exploding into a rain of droplets.

These raindrops cannot cause any real damage to the Rainbow Scales, but they contain the characteristics of the power of wind and rain—they can "wash away" the Rainbow Scales' control over the power of the power.

(End of this chapter)