At that very moment, due to the absence of the Firepower Flying Disc, the tornado fully took shape, turning into a towering whirlwind hundreds of meters high and over fifty meters in diameter, sweeping towards them.
"It's chasing us…" Jiang Yiyi exclaimed, her face pale, as the tornado seemed like a monstrous entity of this world to her.
"It's the cold air, caused by the cooler…" Zhao Jiayan said, also very tense.
Yang Yuan, with a grave expression, silently manipulated the Firepower Flying Disc to speed up.
However, the tornado at the back also sped up, growing larger, persistently clinging close behind them, constantly exerting a strong pull.
"Hold tight!"
Yang Yuan shouted, holding Jiang Yiyi with one hand and gripping the steel cable with the other, loudly telling Zhao Jiayan.
"Got it!" Zhao Jiayan replied nervously.
"Whoosh, whoosh!!"
