The torrential rain continued.
Fishmen emerged from the sea, one after another.
Under the cover of the heavy rain, the Fishmen crawled ashore in succession.
They followed behind.
Then, at Qin Ziwu's command, the group of Fishmen split into two parties and positioned themselves on either side of Hongding Mansion.
Perhaps they weren't well-adapted to the environment on land. Even with the downpour all around, the Fishmen stopped and began to dig holes in the ground incessantly.
They dug one small pit after another.
Rainwater collected, forming mud pits. They then plopped down, settled into the pits, and closed their eyes in contentment.
'Their discipline is lacking.' Qin Ziwu silently observed the Fishmen's behavior. 'But they're quite strong.'
Meanwhile, as the storm raged on, the atmosphere inside Hongding Mansion grew increasingly oppressive.
Icy rain, driven by the cold wind, poured into the building.
