Visually, the gloomy smear of leaden gray spreading along the edge of the distant horizon was not moving particularly fast, and it was incredibly far away.
Much of the time, only long after lightning had flickered deep within the clouds would the rumbling thunder arrive belatedly.
But that did not mean the Oath of Vengeance Blades could rest easy.
Because anyone with even a shred of sailing experience should have known what it meant when, on the open sea, with such a vast distance between the storm and a wooden ship, one could still clearly see the leaden clouds spreading with the naked eye.
It was like the airplanes that had crossed the sky in Xia Nan's previous life. Looking up, they had been no bigger than a fingernail, and their speed had seemed even slower than birds flying close overhead. In reality, however, they were colossal things carrying hundreds of passengers, shuttling through the clouds at the absurd speed of several hundred kilometers an hour.
The distant storm looked just as leisurely, no more than a small clump of gray-black at the edge of the sky, but its true spreading speed was already beyond anything the Oath of Vengeance Blades could match by any means.
How much preparation time did they have?
Five minutes? Ten?
At that moment, no one had the leisure to answer such a question.
Because the instant they discovered the storm was about to arrive, every crew member aboard the Oath of Vengeance Blades, including the Professionals who served as the team's core, was mobilized.
Boom—
A rapid patter of footsteps almost merged into one continuous sound as the cabin door was suddenly shoved open from inside!
Long, flame-red curls swayed over her shoulders, and there was even a slender cigarette in her mouth, freshly