Never Give Up

The wind hurled upon the earth from the sky like iron sand. An enormous

cyclone appeared from nowhere and stretched onto the ground. It tore up lots

of buildings into pieces and flipped the rooves of palaces into the air. The

whole place was full of dust, which was sucked in by the cyclone and surged

up into the sky.

Then, a storm began to pour rains down. The dark sun pulled and dragged

the rain water. Those rain drops, captured by it, circled around it. The blazing

lava in the mirror of the hell was shining as if it were lit up.

A beam of light was shot at Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan flipped the cigarette and raised his head to look into the sky.

"You are slow, Shi Dong." Ye Qingxuan asked. "You are so eager to get

another grand inquisitor for you?"

The massive iron battle ship, appeared from behind the cloud, kept its

imposing posture and hovered in the sky upside down with its broad deck