Xu Xin stared at the small vortex above him and picked up a stone from the ground.
The small purple-black vortex was only the size of a soccer ball, quietly spinning. The surrounding space twisted continuously as the vortex rotated, as if it were trying to suck the entire space inside.
Xu Xin stepped back a few meters, maintaining a safe distance, then threw the stone in his hand towards the purple-black vortex.
At the moment the vortex was hit by the stone, Xu Xin saw it ripple suddenly, and then the stone disappeared into the vortex.
At the same time, the surrounding water vortex, like a wall, suddenly trembled, causing some water to splash onto the ground of this internal space. Even the tornado above twisted for a moment from this sudden jolt.
Would throwing things at this purple-black vortex affect the tornado?
...Could it be the reason this tornado formed?!
Xu Xin picked up another slightly larger stone and threw it.
