Jiang Yan's hand, which was watering the plants, paused. "You could say that, but now we're stuck too."
Without seawater, several ships were stranded. Combined with the thick dust, which rivaled the previous black smog, they had no choice but to stay put for now.
Hua Bao glanced outside. "Out there, it's as if a storm's gone mad. It's practically the apocalypse."
Jiang Yan couldn't help but laugh, both amused and exasperated. "It *is* the apocalypse now."
Hua Bao: "...Fine."
A week later, the "demonic wind" finally stopped.
With the oppressive dust clouds gone, the scientists ran tests and discovered ultraviolet radiation levels had risen again.
The cancer rate had reached 100%!
Mo Jingsheng had no choice but to order everyone to remain inside the ship's cabins and avoid going out unless absolutely necessary.
During this time, every ship had more or less sustained some injuries among their crew.
