He faced the swarm of birds overwhelming the skies with a dismissive smile, hands behind his back, shouted "hey!" and suddenly his belly swelled. Opening his mouth, a vortex of visible wind appeared, generating an immense whirlpool out of thin air, stirring the massive seawater with thunderous movement.
The Golden Robed Elder tilted his head back, sending the fierce cyclone skywards. A black wind sprang from the sea, resembling a tornado, rising straight into the blue sky.
The spirit bird flock, just arriving at high speed, sensed trouble but didn't have enough time to turn around before a powerful force overwhelmed them. Dizzy and disoriented, they were dragged into a spin, tumbling downwards along with the funnel-shaped black wind.
Even the leading three Heavenly Cranes were unable to resist; they plummeted without a struggle.
