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The porthole was blurred by the torrential rain, but the gigantic whirlpool resembling a basin in the distance was unmistakable.
The entire train was almost sucked sideways into the vortex.
If Su Huan hadn't temporarily injected a batch of energy, it would have completely lost control by now.
This was no longer a harmless storm; it was a vortex capable of tearing apart the armored train!
The Flood Zone finally tore off its mask of gentleness, revealing its true face to this group of outsider challengers.
Carriage 27, the living space for the sanctuary survivors, was extremely narrow, utilizing the space to its utmost extent, and the windows were exceedingly sparse.
All the passengers at this moment had their faces pressed against the few available windows.
The middle window was crowded with seven or eight faces, with Xiaodong's nose and face deformed in the center from the pressure.
