In the vortex, countless colorful lines twisted and writhed around.
Simultaneously, there seemed to be particle-like matter similar to wind and sand pattering against the outer wall, making a crackling sound.
Inside the Black Spirit, everyone clung tightly to the handrails, waiting for the ship to reach its final stable state.
Yu Hong stood before the circular window of the main control room, gazing ahead.
The entire vessel appeared to be traversing a deep tunnel, with the forces of the Wind Disaster rapidly weakening.
The number and density of colorful lines were also decreasing continuously.
A few minutes later.
Boom.
The ship jolted fiercely.
Bursting out of the vortex tunnel, it crashed heavily into a pitch-black muddy ground.
The front half of the ship was deeply embedded into the ground, stuck there, motionless.
Yu Hong exhaled and looked outside through the window.
Outside lay a vast black plain.
