Chu Lingxiao’s communication talisman crackled with frantic shouting and the roar of rushing river water.
“Chairman Lin, the Cloud-Mist River has burst its dikes!” Chu Lingxiao reported, her hand tightening on her sword hilt. “The lower mountain elementary school in Willow-Bend Village is being swept away!”
Lin Mo did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. “Sky-Cruiser, full combat throttle. Move!”
With a synchronized roar of twin-turbo spirit thrusters, the three-hundred-meter Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser sheared through the rain clouds at supersonic speed.
Below them, the southern river basin had turned into an ocean of churning, coffee-colored floodwaters.
Whole sections of farmland were submerged under six feet of rushing torrents, carrying uprooted willows and wooden fence posts downriver.
Nestled on a low mudbar stood the Willow-Bend Elementary School, its brick walls groaning under the force of the surging current.
Dr. Gu Qinghe and four Taichu paramedics in white thermal suits were already in the water, hauling children into inflatable lifeboats.
