Li Juntang’s fleet was like leaves caught in raging waves within the Death Zone, torn and tossed about mercilessly. The giant waves, like moving hills, smashed onto the decks one after another, producing a deafening roar. The ships rocked violently, as if they might break apart at any second, the groaning of the wooden planks echoing endlessly, as though lamenting the destruction that was about to come. A soldier was swept into the air by a massive wave. He flailed his arms in despair, his scream instantly swallowed by the howling wind, and then he crashed into the sea. Before even much of a splash could form, the whirlpool had dragged him away without a trace. Li Juntang clung tightly to the railings of the ship, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, his nails digging deep into the wood. His eyes were bloodshot, locked firmly on the chaos before him. The mixture of seawater and sweat ran down his chiseled jawline. “Quick! Secure the ropes!” Li Juntang roar...