However, Hu Qi didn't give them any more time to think.
He spoke again.
"You have half a minute at most. Give it a try, and you might live. Otherwise, you're guaranteed to die."
Hearing this,
everyone looked toward the front of the Pan Mountain Gathering Place.
By now, the black tornado was drawing ever closer.
Though it hadn't arrived yet, a fierce gale was already tearing through the gathering place.
The surrounding trees swayed like helpless straws in the grip of the wind.
Boulders and pieces of the gathering place's infrastructure,
became insignificant toys, tossed about wantonly by the gale and smashing into their surroundings with dull, heavy THUDS.
The intense air currents created a piercing shriek.
The sound was like a sharp blade scraping across their hearts, chilling them to the bone.
As the tornado closed in, the ground began to tremble, as if it could no longer bear the strain and was on the verge of collapse.
By now,
it was too late to escape.
