This is the power of nature, and no one can withstand it, unless they possess the same attribute power as a Divine Spirit.
Zhang Chen stood halfway up the mountain, watching the torrential flood, at least a hundred meters deep, sweeping along with sand and stones, relentlessly destroying all obstacles ahead.
Countless small animals in the mountains were caught-off-guard and swept away by the flood, becoming wandering souls.
And countless impoverished villagers digging for wild vegetables in the mountains were also unable to escape in time, swept up and lost within the vast waves.
"Prince Pingbian should be damned! This is not a natural disaster, it's a man-made calamity! How could he commit such sins without seeing celestial punishment striking him down?" Zhang Chen stood halfway up the mountain, his face livid.
