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Chapter 338. Clouds Surge

"Ta...tat..."

Footsteps echoed in the empty water prison, growing louder as they approached.

A person wearing a white trench coat and a pink shirt stopped silently in front of one of the cells.

The person in the prison was half-submerged in water, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he were asleep, or perhaps awake.

He only slowly raised his eyelids when he sensed someone approaching.

Lord of the Sky.

Feng Shiman gazed at the man in the water and spoke calmly.

"Good afternoon, meteorologist."

"I've come to ask you a few questions."

The meteorologist, his eyelids drooping and looking weary, only gave a listless reply:
"You say it."

"despair."

Feng Shiman took a folded piece of paper out of his trench coat pocket.

He held the blank paper with the back facing him and the side with the drawing facing the meteorologist, and steadily handed it to him.

"Such a cyclonic structure..."

He said in a low voice:
What is your opinion, sir?

The meteorologist's previously weary gaze suddenly sharpened the moment it touched the paper.

He opened his eyes wide, all traces of sleepiness gone.

On the paper, several wind trails intersect and extend, precisely converging towards a single point—and that point, without deviation, falls precisely into the territory of the faction he belongs to.

He squinted and gave Feng Shiman a deep look; a brief silence froze in the damp air.

He then lowered his gaze, as if rapidly processing the situation in his mind, before cautiously speaking after a moment:
"The wind track layout is reasonable... all that's missing is an upper-level jet stream as initial propulsion. Four days from now, at 6 PM, will be the best time for you to seize it."

Feng Shiman took back the blueprints. Although the answer was as expected, the other party's overly decisive agreement surprised him.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I really want to do?"

he asked.

The meteorologist looked up, the water rippling around his neck, reflecting the dim light from the prison ceiling.

"That land in the south... has long been reduced to scorched earth by slaughter and the pollution of the infected flower fields. Those who hope that Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals will fall..."

He gave a weak, emotionless laugh:

"It's much, much more than you can imagine."

……

On the other side, at the Rose Traffic Front.

Ayu informed Jiang Jianxin via Bluetooth that a cold wave was coming, and the latter planned to pick up his long-unused cold-resistant technique.

Although the soldiers in the army did not know that a cold wave had arrived, they could clearly feel the temperature drop.

Rose Group has no shortage of money. On the very day the temperature began to drop sharply, heavy transport trucks loaded with supplies broke through the sandstorm and came to a steady stop behind the front line.

Tens of thousands of thick, brand-new military overcoats were quickly distributed to every combat unit, followed by pairs of fleece-lined, cold-weather boots delivered to the soldiers. In just one morning, all the cold-weather gear on the entire front line had been replaced.

Thanks to the healing power granted by the third playthrough, Rose Transportation faced significantly less pressure in their battle against Black Eye Pharmaceuticals.

The latter seems to be locked in a fierce battle with the TV station recently, most notably in the fact that the TV station's originally completely black control tower is now lit up like a lighthouse.

One evening at dusk, Jiang Jianxin rode his sword through the air and looked north. He saw that the densely distributed signal towers on the northern continent were all lit up, like countless cold eyes, their eerie light almost making one's scalp tingle.

The southern lands, however, were plunged into a near-dead darkness, with only occasional surges of blood-red waves of flowers flickering and undulating in the gloom, eerie and suffocating.

At that moment, her heart sank—this world was probably really going to end.

When she confided this unease to her intuition, it remained calm, almost indifferent:

You haven't seen the anti-aircraft gun emplacements of the Western Dream Pavilion or the skyscrapers of the Eastern Rose Group.

There's no way around it; two societies that were previously well-separated have suddenly merged... how could the world not descend into chaos?

You'll get used to it.

Despite what it said, Jiang Jianxin still felt uneasy, as if something big was about to happen again.

Sure enough, four days later, the golden mental energy attack wave transmitted from the TV station signal tower collided with the mental energy wave from Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals. The two powerful mental energy waves clashed in the sky for an entire afternoon, causing Rose Transportation to cease hostilities.

Cecily told her that the mental shock gave her a headache.

Jiang Jianxin didn't seem to have a headache; she just looked into the distance.

Whether she was hallucinating or not, an extremely unnatural scene on the horizon caught her eye—at first it was just a blurry distortion, like looking at a landscape through a scorching hot pane of glass, with waves of heat rising up.

But soon, the outline of that area began to change drastically. The atmosphere seemed to take on a tangible form, being stirred and compressed by an invisible giant hand, eventually condensing into a massive, heart-stopping white cyclone.

That was no natural eye of the storm; it was like a giant pillar forcibly twisted together by countless boiling air currents, its base connected to the barren earth, while its top ruthlessly pierced the thick clouds, spinning wildly like a drill, violently merging the air currents above and below into one.

It tore and swallowed the clouds, turning them into spiraling, pale ripples that spread rapidly outwards from the cyclone's center.

It stood there still, yet it possessed a destructive, oppressively dynamism, as if it were accumulating the power to tear the entire world apart.

"what is that?"

Jiang Jianxin grabbed the robe that was being blown about and blurted out, his voice trembling without him even realizing it.

Before the words were even finished, the answer was presented in the most violent way.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar, so muffled it was the sound of the atmosphere being ripped apart.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp, howling sound erupted above the clouds, and a powerful, visible airflow, like an army finally receiving orders, surged toward a certain location with unprecedented frenzy.

The color of the sky changed in an instant, all the light was blocked by the clouds, and the surroundings quickly darkened.

Under Jiang Jianxin's gaze, the white cyclone that stretched from the sky to the earth suddenly sank downwards, accompanied by an even louder roar that reverberated throughout the universe. In just a few seconds, a massive tornado with an immeasurable diameter was born in the distance.

It swept up countless clumps of dust from the ground, its color changing from pale white to murky gray-black, twisting and roaring, carving deep scars into the earth.

Jiang Jianxin immediately rode her black broomstick and flew into the sky. The wind howled in the high sky, blowing up her clothes.

She steadied herself and looked towards the base of the towering tornado—the core area where the wind whirlpool was located gradually became clear in her field of vision.

Upon recognizing the familiar outline of that urban area, Jiang Jianxin covered his mouth, and a name slipped out:

"That's... the headquarters of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals in the northern part of Haidu?"