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Moon-piercing Spindle moved bumpily, and the roaring and rolling of the sea of lightning outside the porthole made people tremble in fear. Yan Hang kept his eyes on the outside of the cabin and didn't let out a breath. He seemed to be waiting for something, and after about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly shouted.

"Look! Everyone, look!" "What a magnificent Hsinghai!"

Nanmen Feng