"Tornadoes, they're coming again."
"There are two of them, run quickly."
Screams of terror broke out, as the Barbarian Tribe people who had just experienced a sudden storm were scared out of their wits, rolling and crawling as they scattered in all directions.
Where the storm tornadoes passed, sand dunes several zhangs high instantly disappeared, along with the Barbarian Tribe people who couldn't avoid them, spinning and flying into the sky.
Shrill cries of suffering were endless, as the tornadoes spun at an extremely fast speed, whistling as they charged into the distance.
From time to time, a person would fall from the sky like a human cannonball, crashing into a sandpit.
"Another group knocked out."
Little Kingfisher was watching the show with great interest, eyes shining with mischief.
"The power of the whirlwind attack is divine!"
Lin Qingluo's spirits lifted, eyes filled with longing.
"Master, I can't do it anymore, it's up to you now."