Just when they were wondering, the pouring rain abruptly ceased. Like a thunderstorm, not a drop of rain remained. The sharp corners of the underground sun floating in the sky were adorned with drops of water, making a constant "drip-drop" sound.
Liu Zhenhan and the militia looked at each other in confusion, their minds filled with questions.
"Lord Richard! Maybe we should send someone to the other Difeng Giants' Valley camps to see what is happening? The attack from the Moorish Army seems off." Duncan, shaking his hefty legs, splattering water as he walked, suggested to Liu Zhenhan.
"Let me drain the water first?" After Duncan's suggestion, Liu Zhenhan woke up. Seeing his three golden figures and a heap of discarded metal still in the water, the cooling period not yet reached, he rushed to activate his mind, and the three Qin golden figures began to thrash around once again. Their huge bodies, like three giant crushers, created turbulent waves which rushed towards the valley.
