Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 338 337 Heaven and Earth in Clarity
The wealthy and powerful in the Upper City enjoyed keeping mermaids, which they could both admire and play with.

Now he's reaping the bitter fruit of his own actions.

Before the fishing boats stopped fishing, many merfolk were caught in the nets. The fishing fleets only knew that gold and silver were falling into their pockets with a clatter, but they didn't know that there were many merfolk cultivators among them.
It is said that he endured humiliation and hardship, first suffering the pain of having his teeth pulled and being whipped, and then enduring the humiliation of being abused and defiled.

Today, upon hearing the call of the Seven-Colored Scales, it breaks free of its shackles, smashes through the water cage, and washes away the hatred accumulated over thousands of years with human blood.

This is truly the best time.

In the past, there would have been no reason for the merfolk to succeed.

Unfortunately, the temple is now controlled by the church, and the merfolk were originally supposed to be wary of the Water Town's firearms. Well, they really hit the jackpot—the Water Town's warships set sail and were wiped out by a single wave.

On land, merfolk might not have much of an advantage against temple monks, but when ordinary people face them, they can only suffer a one-sided massacre.

How many merfolk are there in the Upper City District?
No one has ever counted the number; all that is known is that merfolk are rampaging through the streets, driving people to flee in panic.

The upper district was packed with people.

Although the streets were empty when Feng Xiuhu flew back, the people from the lower city rushed in and then went to find places to hide. Some went into alleys, some climbed over walls, and some sought shelter from relatives and friends in the upper city.

But when the merfolk chased them away, they were all forced out, and the streets of the upper city were filled with deafening cries and screams.

……

The tragic scene in the city may not have a substantial impact on the Goddess of Wind and Rain, but it is enough to distract her.

The difficulty of this battle has exceeded her original expectations.

The appearance of the God of Mist, in particular, caught her completely off guard—the unprepared sneak attack caused the Goddess of Wind and Rain to lose the initiative, and the power of the mist was constantly attacking her body and mind, trying to completely blind her consciousness and drag her into the fog of the mind.

Having escaped the fog once again, the Wind and Rain Goddess glanced at the Seven-Colored Scales.

In the seawater below, the colorful scales swam restlessly, as if searching for something, or waiting for the right moment to strike.

He actually managed to restrain the Seven-Colored Scales.

Looking at the huge, ferocious gash on the Seven-Colored Scale, the Wind and Rain Goddess thought to herself.

A wisp of mist, so thin it was almost imperceptible, silently circled behind the Goddess of Wind and Rain, then transformed into a hook and plunged into her shoulder.

Haha! Good luck isn't on your side!

As blood blossomed, the god of mist's wild laughter echoed in their ears.

Just as the Goddess of Wind and Rain was about to transform into a gust of wind and retreat, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan—the invasion of the mist had taken effect, and the flow of her divine power had become stagnant.

As if he had anticipated this, the God of Mist swirled up the mist and soared into the air, dragging the Goddess of Wind and Rain along with him as they crashed into the city wall of Broken Wave Bridge amidst a wild laugh.

With a deafening roar, bricks and stones fell down in a flurry.

The God of Mist had not yet released her, and continued to drag the Goddess of Wind and Rain along with his hook, carving a hideous scar on the city wall.

Soaring into the air once more, the God of Mist slammed the Goddess of Wind and Rain away.

Another loud bang, and the Goddess of Wind and Rain was smashed into the city wall.

"Turn the rudder—"

The sound of pirate ship horns echoed through the thick fog.

The God of Mist drew his musket and shouted, "Smash her!"

Boom boom boom! ! !
In an instant, it seemed as if countless cannons roared in unison from within the mist, their pure divine power transforming into smokeless shells that poured down upon the Wind and Rain Goddess's landing point.

The sturdy and majestic Broken Wave Bridge was forcibly breached, and part of it has already begun to collapse as it teeters on the brink of collapse.

Even with the rain continuing, it couldn't suppress the thick layer of smoke and dust that filled the air.

The empress's figure was obscured by smoke and dust, making it impossible to tell whether she was dead or alive.

……

"It seems like we can't win."

After watching the play for a while, Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but feel worried for the Wind and Rain Goddess.

He emptied his pockets, taking out his lighter, pocket watch, and the lucky silver coin, hoping to find something that might be of help.

After looking at them for a while, I found that none of them seemed to be of any use.

He said to Shi, "Don't you want the Empress to win? Hurry up and reveal your secrets, or it'll be too late." Shi scoffed, "Reveal my secrets? With your skills, even if I lent you power, you'd only be a sitting duck. It's just that I can't show my face right now, otherwise a sneeze would blow the fog away..."

Feng Xiuhu said irritably, "At this critical juncture, stop bragging."

"Shh-"

Shi suddenly interrupted, "Wait, it seems we don't need your help anymore."

Feng Xiuhu looked up and his left eye blinked, revealing a vertical pupil.

Shi thought to himself, "This woman is about to lose her temper."

……

"Ok?"

The God of Mist sniffed, and whether it was just his imagination or not, the moisture in the wind seemed even more concentrated.

The seven-colored scales seemed to sense something, and raised their heads to look at it in a daze: "Feather..."

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the figure of the Goddess of Wind and Rain finally appeared.

She floated in the air, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if she had spread her wings.

Her eyes were closed, and her delicate face showed no emotion whatsoever.

The God of Mist's eyes shifted slightly as he noticed something amiss—the mist that had been clinging to the Goddess of Wind and Rain like a leech was rapidly dissipating as the rain washed over her.

They could wait no longer. Just as the God of Mist was about to launch an attack, the Goddess of Wind and Rain suddenly opened her eyes.

The God of Mist's pupils contracted—the whites of the eyes and the black pupils of the Wind and Rain Goddess's eyes were no longer visible; instead, there was a dazzling blue light, and nothing else.

The azure light was exceptionally dazzling, and when the Goddess of Wind and Rain looked up, the God of Mist dared not meet her gaze.

The God of Mist became wary, and after a moment of hesitation, Seven-Colored Scales struck first in a fit of rage.

It doesn't belong to you!

With an angry roar, heavy shockwaves tore through the air and swept towards the Wind and Rain Goddess.

The Goddess of Wind and Rain remained unmoved, merely raising her hand slightly to point at the God of Mist.

He spoke through his lips.

"The world is clear and bright."

Boom! ! !

The rain suddenly intensified to its maximum, producing a thunderous roar.

It felt as if an immense pressure was pressing down on them, and the ripples instantly dissipated.

The God of Mist, who was directly subjected to the divine spell, let out a shrill scream—he was pierced from head to toe by dense raindrops. He wanted to turn into mist and retreat, but he was horrified to find that his divine power was rapidly draining away.

It's not just divine power that's being lost.

His clothes were fading, his flesh was melting, and even his memories and consciousness were rapidly fading away in the rain.

It's as if this torrential rain came into the world only to do one thing.

Cleanse everything thoroughly, until nothing is left.

The thick fog that had been hanging over Sail City was rapidly dissipating.

Feng Xiuhu, sheltering from the rain under the deck of the ship's cabin, stared blankly at the slender figure in the air: "Is she wearing colored contact lenses?"

Shi said, "That is the true power of wind and rain."

Feng Xiuhu still didn't understand.

Mr. Gray suddenly interjected, "What is that?"

He pointed to the place where wooden crates were piled up at the bow of the ship.

One of the boxes suddenly emitted a hazy glow.

PS: Still updating at 3 PM.

(End of this chapter)