"Urgent news, urgent news from the front line!"
In Xinghuo City, a dust-covered rider rushed towards the City Lord Mansion, spreading his voice over tens of miles.
"The Northern Army's warships have swept south with the floodwaters, destroying thirteen of our warships, and are now pressing towards Xinghuo City. Please, Your Highness King Qin, make a decision..."
The repeated voice quickly spread throughout Xinghuo City, hosting millions of displaced victims, thanks to the local people's dissemination.
Inside and outside the city, there was an air of panic.
The breached Longjiang was like heaven's wrath, displacing countless people. Now, with the Northern Navy advancing southwards, how could it be resisted?
In the chaos, many people loudly prayed in the direction of the Divine Temple, and some even angrily cursed King Qin, urging her to surrender to the Northern Army to receive divine forgiveness.
Inside and outside Xinghuo City, things were on the brink of losing control.
