A bolt of lightning struck the mountain, a white gleam tore through the gray and purple sky.
Thunder roared, echoes resounded in the mountain, fierce winds whipped rain drops like gravel across the whole mountain.
Song Moting and Fan Jianguo wiped the rain from their eyes, unable to see the road ahead.
They received notice to descend the mountain.
Almost everyone was descending the mountain.
Others acted quickly.
Fan Jianguo muttered, still wanting to take a look, there were a few pits near them that hadn't been searched.
Just a bit more and they could finish observing.
Song Moting pulled him along; they hadn't kept up with the group ahead because the sudden downpour scrambled everyone's plans.
The heavy rain took her by surprise; her clothes were thoroughly soaked. Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly took cover in the nearest pit, which was only a matter of crouching.
Once the heavy rain passed, she would continue on her way.
