942. Pollution

The air pressure at the eye of the typhoon was lower than outside, and at the center of this superstorm, it was so low that it felt suffocating. If Lu Ban could see the wind's direction, he would notice that the air along the walls of the eye was rapidly rising and falling. In such turbulent flow, even the most skilled pilot could lose control, turning their plane into a bird torn apart in the storm.

From the black sun emerged worms that were almost hitting the ground. These creatures were massive, as thick as giant oil tankers and stretched more than a dozen meters in length. Their mere presence was enough to drive many to the brink of sanity, staring in shock.

The worms moved quickly too. In a blink of an eye, those that fell into the sea started swarming towards the city center.

"So many..."

Lu Ban couldn't help but remark.