The drowsy An Yiqing suddenly awoke sharply, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe. Wind City in Yunxian Province, located in the South, is a first-tier tourist city with a developed economy and a dense population, comparable to Xuandu City. With such an event, how many people could possibly survive?
An Yiqing hung up the phone, immediately waking the Thirteen Blood Generals and the Blood Guard Army, informing them of the major disaster. Everyone instantly sobered up, their expressions turning somber.
"Ah Feng, immediately go buy plane tickets back to Xuandu City; if there are no plane tickets, then buy high-speed rail and train tickets. In short, I need you all to get back as fast as possible." An Yiqing quickly washed her face and issued the order, "Everyone, pull yourselves together. This is a tough battle, and I will be waiting for you in Xuandu City."
