The impact brought by the heavy rain is extremely terrifying.
Especially when the floodwaters rose past the waist, countless livestock died in the torrents, and many villagers began to dismantle their door panels, preparing to build small boats to cope with the impending disaster.
Zhang Chen sat on the second floor of the inn, watching the flood on the streets. He could perceive that the floodwaters were flowing in the direction of Prince Pingbian's ancestral grave. Although the flow was slow, the invisible force was unwavering, defying the natural trend of heaven and earth, pushing the vast torrents toward the high mountains.
"Zhang, come quickly and see, something big has happened outside." At this moment, Chen Xu appeared outside the inn, rowing a small boat, raised his head, and called up to Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen looked surprised; anything Chen Xu referred to as a major event was certainly not an ordinary one.
