"Is everyone okay? Anyone injured?" Hua Chengtian's weak voice called out, followed by similarly weak responses echoing through the valley.
"We're okay..."
"Not dead yet..."
Accompanied by the sobbing of women and children.
But being able to cry means it's not too serious.
The lightning and thunder in the sky continued, but the tremors had completely stopped. However, fearing aftershocks, everyone continued to stay out in the open, too frightened to return.
"Men, those who can still stand, get up. See if there's anything useful, and quickly set up some shelters. We can't keep getting soaked like this."
Even if it's not cold now, the shock, fright, and rain can easily cause sickness.
Following Hua Chengtian's shout, numerous shadowy figures slowly approached him in the darkness, some swinging their arms, some limping, some sucking in air from the pain.
