"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!"
Golden torrential rain and thunder wildly lashed this rocky mountain range, some of the more fragile peaks broke and collapsed, and lower-level mythical creatures were affected, burned to a crisp on the mountainside...
As for the Pig Cave, it only shook violently and did not collapse.
Wu Hen hid inside the Pig Cave, feeling as if he had returned to a warm and comfortable room during the thunderstorm season, full of a sense of security.
As one of the patrolling little demons in this mountainous area, the Tianpeng Mountain Pig had indeed built its cave with great care, fully thunderproof!
After a long while, the terrifying golden thunderstorm ceased.
The juvenile Heavenly Fat Mountain Pig, scared and trembling, still had its bottom sticking up, its head buried in the rock pile, afraid of getting burnt.
Wu Hen had no malice; after avoiding this disaster, he stepped out of the Pig Cave.
