The storm swept across the foredeck, pummeling the canvas with a thumping sound, as the spray descended level by level down the stairs like a waterfall.
Fang Hong made his way through the cabin to the deck. As he opened the hatch, a gust of cold wind plunged down his neck, and the sound of the downpour and the wind came rushing at him, mixed with the sailor's calls.
The air was thick with mist, and the ship was slowly tilting between the layers of clouds, surrounded on all sides by dense cloud walls, as if the heavens and earth had turned upside down.
It wasn't until a flash of lightning illuminated everything that Fang Hong looked up to see a hundred-meter-tall cloud cliff ahead, bearing down with an unstoppable momentum in this direction.
This was his first time experiencing a storm in this world, which seemed several times more powerful than those on Earth.
