On the churning sea, a cargo ship sailing across the ocean was cutting through the waves with Yarman's fleet towards Potato Harbor.
They were only twenty kilometers away from the Baiyue Strait!
It was at this moment that the capricious weather suddenly changed from clear skies to a tumultuous storm.
"Boom——!"
Lightning flashed above the black clouds, with silver snakes weaving between the gaps in the clouds.
Wave after wave crashed against the hull of the ship, causing the towering steel structure to emit a groan under the strain.
At the same time, the containers towed by the cargo ship were in complete disarray.
Even the slightest movement of the hull, when transmitted to the container, would be amplified several times.
At this moment, in each of those containers, a space of less than 18 square meters was forcefully stuffed with half of a hundred-man team.
