In the previous battle, Liu Chuandao got hit by the Big Tornado. Born in the central region of the motherland, this was his first direct impression of the typhoons that ravaged the coastal cities, as seen on the news.
He was struck by the natural disaster, lying on the ground, in a daze.
Until he was lifted up again to face that terrifying typhoon, Liu Chuandao opened his eyes wide, wanting to escape, but unable to.
He watched helplessly as his shoulder brushed against the edge of the whirlwind, and in an instant, his intact clothing was torn apart.
His neck twitched violently, and the Big Tornado swirled past again, greatly diminished in speed, and Liu Chuandao got hit twice more.
Thank goodness, he finally got a clear view of Pang Jiao's face.
Pang Jiao spun one last half-circle, her steps staggering, Wang Yan Yan sticking out her tongue, her eyes like those of a dazed flounder, resembling a female ghost.
