It continued to spin and grow larger, carrying a faint wisp of Fog Spirit Qi, while the vortex itself spun faster and faster.
With cries of alarm, everyone dodged to the side of the stone wall, remaining on high alert.
Only Feng Moxi had a vague suspicion.
A moment later, amidst the crowd's shocked cries, everyone in the great hall was sucked into the vortex.
"AHHH—!" came the long, miserable screams.
And they all vanished without a trace.
Feng Moxi felt her head spin and her body become weightless. She tried to use her Spiritual Power to control herself, but it was futile.
Then, her vision brightened. Countless people were suspended in mid-air, arms outstretched, flailing wildly. An endless stream of "Ah, ah!" cries filled the air.
THUD, THUD, THUD—!
Along with countless heavy thuds, hundreds of bodies rained down from the sky behind the great mountain like dumplings being dropped into a pot, landing with a series of CRACKS and THUMPS.
