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Under the bleak moonlight surged torrents of floodwaters, a dark tide overrunning streets and lanes with the water level roughly around ten meters, effectively submerging the low-rise buildings of the old district. Only the towering structures recently erected still stood strong, their rooftops now a congregation point for trapped refugees.
Helicopters hovered in the sky, rescuing these stranded people.
Speedboats, dodging thick tree trunks and power poles swept along by the deluge, pressed on toward the underground district to the south, laden with disaster relief supplies.
Lu Bu'er sat in the speedboat. Five hundred years ago, he was but an inexperienced student. This was his first time feeling the terror of a disaster up close. Initially, they had driven over in heavy trucks, but the deeper they went southward, the higher the water rose, until the engines flooded.
Now, they had to rely on speedboats.
