At the instant when the mast cracked in response, Lord Jin Nuo, who was arranging the night's defensive tasks inside the cabin, felt as if the ship, sailing in water, suddenly hit a reef and plunged abruptly.
The body of the ship tilted violently from west to east.
His face slightly darkened, yet he was not panicked. Two streams of Dark Energy poured into his feet, as if stakes driven into mud, immovable.
The unsettled Niu Er, the Tax Officer, was not so lucky. Rolling over and over, he resembled a rubber ball rolling from one end of the cabin to the other, hitting the wall, and immediately his head was bleeding, crying out in agony.
"Lord Jin Nuo, it's bad, we've encountered a hurricane, the main sail has been broken," the reconnaissance soldiers reported urgently.
Jin Nuo picked up Niu Er, the Tax Officer, his brows deeply furrowed.
A hurricane could be considered the worst scenario Cloud Sailing could encounter.
