Chapter 572: Disaster Relief is as Urgent as Fighting Fire

Twenty kilometers downstream from Black Feather Bridge, they had breached a section over a hundred meters long on the north bank at a vulnerable spot—destruction was always infinitely easier than construction, especially here where the flood had transformed the area into a river over the ground.

Massive amounts of river water surged recklessly in that direction before officially flowing into The Frozen Lands. They still had more than twenty kilometers to traverse, and this area belonged to the densely populated Feather Wing Valley.

With no riverbanks to contain it, wherever the terrain was low, the river water would rush there until it found its final outlet.

Everywhere there were collapsed houses, everywhere there were flooded farmlands, countless people were trapped on fragmented highlands or in trees, crying out in grief and despair, cursing the All Gods for their cruelty and injustice. They didn't know that their current plight was not a natural disaster but a human-made one.