Chapter 100 Hurricane

There were no professional watercraft on the mountain. There were a few small boats on the small lake behind for tourists to use, but unfortunately, they were small—seating four at most—and lacked any engine or similar power source.

If they were used, the speed of travel was destined to be slow.

Furthermore, with the current strong winds in the mountains, it would be no small feat to manually transport these small boats safely to the foot of the mountain.

Everyone was even more concerned that the boats' load capacity was too low; once they reached the unsheltered waters at the base of the mountain, they could easily be overturned by a gust of wind.

Xu Jiye had no choice but to give up on his plan to assemble the force and head down the mountain to investigate the transfer status of the main group. Instead, he only dispatched a squad of guards to observe and wait near the mountain pass.

By evening, there was still no sign of the first batch of survivors from the main group.

The heavy rain accompanied by strong winds fluctuated in intensity, leaving everyone feeling uneasy and unable to find peace all night.

With the sudden influx of wounded on the mountain, the Advance Force did not have enough medicine, and the Medical Team's equipment was quite rudimentary. The severely injured could not receive effective treatment at all, while those with minor injuries could only endure without medicine.

The main group did have medicine, but they still hadn't appeared by the following morning.

Soon, someone from the foot of the mountain came to report that some scattered supplies had been salvaged around Mian Mountain. They appeared to belong to the second batch of the transfer force; after a night of drifting, some had floated near Mian Mountain.

After calculations, the Technical Department personnel speculated that the fleet might have capsized on the way from the outskirts to Mian Mountain due to the strong winds. Some supplies that fell into the water could not be salvaged in time and were lost to the water and wind.

While the loss and flooding of supplies were certainly regrettable, what was even more distressing was not knowing the disaster status of the second batch of survivors in the transfer force.

They had not arrived at Mian Mountain yet, meaning they had either been completely wiped out or had lost some ships and personnel and were forced to retreat to a safe location.

At present, the latter seemed more likely; after all, the fleet had life jackets, so it was far from being completely wiped out.

By noon, the strong wind stopped abruptly, and the heavy rain that had lasted for over half a month also suddenly ceased without a sound. People could hardly believe their eyes.

After the wind and rain subsided, the long-absent sun suddenly peeked from behind the clouds. The thick dark clouds seemed to be precisely torn open with a massive rift, and golden sunlight illuminated the bottom of the cloud layer.

Originally, the receding wind and stopping rain were cause for cheering and excitement, but seeing these golden gashes suddenly appear in the sky was somehow unsettling.

Because this truly didn't look like a normal sky after the rain had cleared; instead, it looked like the gray sky had been carved with terrifying scars, with the golden sunlight being the blood that seeped out after the laceration.

After the rain and wind subsided, the white noise of the heavy rain that had lasted for over half a month suddenly vanished. The original tranquility of the world returned, and everyone actually felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

But the tranquility did not last long. On both sides of the rift in the sky, it was as if there were monstrous hands forcibly tearing the rift open, like a beast opening its cold, giant eye. The evil golden eye looked down at the ground with pure malice.

Without any warning, the giant eye began to spin violently. It wasn't the kind of rotation where wind and clouds disperse, but an extremely abrupt, violent, and mechanically cold spin carrying destruction.

The rift that had exploded among the dark clouds instantly transformed into a golden vortex. The surrounding clouds were sucked in and shredded. Rising from the heavens, like a giant silver-gray python plunging into the ground, water columns of various sizes connected heaven and earth, swirling with clouds and water.

Mian Mountain is to the west of Yunzhou City, facing the sea. After the heavy rain stopped and the curtain of rain receded, people stood high on the mountainside and looked ahead; the entire city was visible at a glance.

Dozens of water columns, large and small, rose from the seaside and moved between heaven and earth like swimming dragons. Like a king inspecting his territory, they swept across blocks with an air of dissatisfaction. Wherever they passed, buildings made of reinforced concrete were easily shredded and swallowed like they were made of paper.

The rainwater that had accumulated in the city for half a month was sucked into the sky by this terrifying suction, mixed with reinforced concrete, and continuously devoured the ruined city. Their volume grew rapidly, each as hungry as a Taotie.

This scene full of destruction left everyone so horrified that they temporarily lost the ability to speak or move.

After an unknown amount of time, someone murmured, "A tornado?"

It was no longer a simple tornado; it was more like a Waterspout.

Since the Great Fog, the world had been changing every few days, completely defying the common sense of climate as people knew it.

The gray-black water columns patrolling between heaven and earth collided from time to time, merging into even thicker columns, eventually gathering into three behemoths.

They churned heaven and earth, leaving nothing behind where they passed, like three giant guards with a clear division of labor, sweeping every corner of the city with massive swords.

Finally, two of the giant columns returned to the sea with the momentum of thunder. The base of the last massive body of water turned and actually began to meander toward Mian Mountain.

The aura of destruction, accompanied by the sky-shaking roar of the wind dragon, crushed the earth. The shadow of death instantly loomed over everyone's heads.

The power of nature was so terrifying that in its presence, people were as small as dust. Comparing them to fish on a chopping block was not enough to describe this feeling of complete helplessness.

As it approached, the edges of the water column became gradually clearer. Its surface seemed to be covered with a miniature of the city: building fragments, mangled cars, rocks of all sizes, and entire sections of asphalt pavement were spinning at high speeds, sucked onto its surface.

The giant column was like a high-speed blender; any dark shadows that weren't actively sucked tight were ruthlessly thrown out.

By the time the black dots clearly appeared within the field of vision reachable from Mian Mountain, people had already scattered and fled screaming.

Scraps of iron plates, clumps of mud and giant rocks, uprooted trees, and mangled streetlights crashed down from the sky like falling meteors. Large craters were smashed into the square and parking lot of Mian Mountain, and the mountain gate was instantly rendered unrecognizable.

If the Great Fog was the prelude to the apocalypse and the torrential rain was the movement of destruction, then this sudden hurricane was the most turbulent roar before the climax of this doomsday drama. It made a bold entrance in a violent manner, writing the most vivid and significant stroke.

Bai Xiao stood on the roof of the villa, watching the hurricane from its emergence to its growth, and then to its arrival with overwhelming force. Half of the buildings on Mian Mountain went from intact to chaotic in an instant.

Even after surviving three thrilling games, no scene was as heart-shaking as the one before her. She even thought somewhat self-mockingly: so what if her body had been strengthened by the games? In the face of nature's majesty, she was as tiny as an ant, completely powerless to resist.

Before the storm made landfall on Mian Mountain, she went downstairs and retreated to the villa's cellar. In the darkness, she sat alone against the wall, waiting for nature's judgment upon the world.

At this moment, no one had the mind to care about the disaster status of the main group down the mountain, nor did anyone care about the safety of those on or below Mian Mountain. Everyone curled up in the safest corner nearby, passively accepting the course of their fate.