"Let's go, let's go, head to Hog Village to take shelter!"
With these words, the crowd braved the hail and began to sprint in unison.
Luckily, the freezing rain came quickly but left just as fast.
It lasted barely ten minutes before it stopped.
Cao Xing and his group breathed a sigh of relief and gradually slowed their pace.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the location of Hog Village.
Cao Xing saw that a group of villagers had already climbed onto the rooftops and begun repairing their shattered roofs.
This was the weather under extreme conditions.
A mere ten minutes of freezing rain could become a natural disaster.
If it had lasted half an hour, the houses throughout Hog Village might have been in ruins.
Yet, the villagers seemed accustomed to this phenomenon.
The group of militia stood nearby, watching.
Seeing Cao Xing's team, they were no longer as fearful as before.
One by one, they approached, curiously observing Cao Xing's mammoth and his powerful followers.
