Chapter 2323: Chapter 658: Ruins and Wind City
The drowsy An Yiqing suddenly awoke sharply, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe. Wind City in Yunxian Province, located in the South, is a first-tier tourist city with a developed economy and a dense population, comparable to Xuandu City. With such an event, how many people could possibly survive?
An Yiqing hung up the phone, immediately waking the Thirteen Blood Generals and the Blood Guard Army, informing them of the major disaster. Everyone instantly sobered up, their expressions turning somber.
"Ah Feng, immediately go buy plane tickets back to Xuandu City; if there are no plane tickets, then buy high-speed rail and train tickets. In short, I need you all to get back as fast as possible." An Yiqing quickly washed her face and issued the order, "Everyone, pull yourselves together. This is a tough battle, and I will be waiting for you in Xuandu City."
Long Zixuan transformed into the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon, and An Yiqing sat on the dragon’s back, quickly disappearing from the scene. The Thirteen Blood Generals looked at each other, and An Zhifeng stepped forward, shouting, "Gather!"
The atmosphere of one hundred thirty Blood Guard Army members changed instantly, like warriors fighting on a battlefield, exuding a murderous aura.
"Brothers, Wind City is facing a massive disaster! This battle is a tough one! Everyone needs to be on high alert, and we must not disgrace the lady! Do you understand?!"
"Yes!"
An Zhifeng nodded, "You have ten minutes to wash up and change clothes, and we’ll set off back to Xuandu City in ten minutes!"
In Xuandu City, the sky was filled with dark clouds, as if even the heavens felt the cries of life, unable to hold back its tears.
In the An Family Villa, Old Master An and An Zisheng each had a cellphone, continuously issuing commands. A flash of purple light passed by, blurring their vision, and An Yiqing appeared before them.
"Niuniu, something big has happened." Old Master An’s face was grim, the situation in Wind City was particularly distressing for this elder.
"Grandpa, I need to know the specifics." An Yiqing went straight to the point.
Listening to Old Master An’s account, An Yiqing understood the specifics of the situation. Casualties were heavy! Extremely dangerous!
Many of those rescued began showing fevers and rapidly deteriorating organs after 5 a.m. today. Many elderly people with low immunity are already on the verge of death. Several hospitals in Wind City have dispatched experts, but none could identify the cause of the illness.
"I understand, Grandpa, do you want me to act alone now, or go with the main force?" An Yiqing asked.
Old Master An pondered for a moment, "Lao San is already in Wind City; you go with the other members of Hong Ci. It’s always better to have someone to look after you. Niuniu, you must be careful and take care of yourself."
"Alright!"
Before heading to Hong Ci, An Yiqing made a trip to the Medicine Sect. The great disaster in Wind City had gripped the hearts of the entire nation, and as the Sect Leader of the Medicine Sect, Ye Chenghong would not sit back in tranquility. He had already arranged for eighty percent of the disciples of the Medicine Sect to be dispatched, just waiting for An Yiqing to lead them to Wind City for medical assistance and rescue operations.
"Master, I’ll leave Xuandu City to you. Rest assured, I will take care of my fellow apprentices." The black helicopter of Hong Ci created a massive whirlwind in the air as An Yiqing tightened her collar on the ground, speaking to Ye Chenghong.
Ye Chenghong waved his hand, "I always trust you with tasks, and don’t worry about Xuandu City; with me here, there won’t be any mistakes. Girl, just one thing, you must protect yourself, do you hear?"
An Yiqing nodded, opened her arms to hug Ye Chenghong, then turned and climbed the helicopter’s ladder. As the cabin door closed, the helicopter ascended slowly and flew toward Wind City. Ye Chenghong stood on the ground, looking up at the helicopter that had turned into a speck in the sky, and let out a deep sigh.
In the South, Yunxian Province, Wind City. As the helicopter descended slowly from the sky, An Yiqing and the disciples of the Medicine Sect were stunned by what they saw on the ground.
Everywhere were ruins; the high-rise buildings that once lined Wind City had vanished, leaving only piles of rubble. It was as if, overnight, an enormous monster had appeared and destroyed the entire Wind City in one fell swoop.
The once beautiful mountains, modern buildings, wide roads, and high bridges had all collapsed. Amidst the ruins, many blood-covered survivors lay on the ground, groaning constantly. Some clung to relatives who had long passed away, wailing uncontrollably.
Bodies were everywhere, blood was everywhere. The vast devastation seemed to have stained everything blood-red, suffocating the onlookers.
An Yiqing sat on the helicopter with her medicine chest, clutching the shoulder strap tightly, her face pale. She had killed, and seen countless dead, but this hell on earth before her was suffocating.
