As the wind howled louder and the waves rose higher, the ship's front tilted dangerously upward. Rain slashed across their faces like knives.
The cyclone was now towering over them, its massive spiral of clouds reaching from the sea to the sky.
The guards screamed as the ship began to spin, caught in the cyclone's pull.
No amount of cultivation could prepare them or get them through a situation like this.
The power of nature was so strong that even Core Formation Realm soldiers felt like they would be crushed like biscuits if they fell in the mouth of the Swirl.
As the ship tilted, they could see the face of the terrifying currents of the sea but focused on holding on to the floor with their qi.
They remained stuck, like they had been glued to the wooden planks.
