Cheng Xiao roared, though his voice couldn't pierce through the tumult of the tornado. But as he shouted, the wind pressure around his body intensified, more air currents clinging to him, following the tornado's spin. The wind's power around Cheng Xiao grew beyond his control as if the air itself was forcibly spinning him in a frenzy.
(The synchronization with the wind, that sensation as if I am the wind. No matter how many shifts the airflow makes, I am part of it; I am the wind… Not controlling the wind, but guiding it, turning this tornado into my power!)
Gradually, there was movement... The entire tornado began to shift unnaturally, not moving along its expected path but tilting upward from its base, veering away from its vertical formation to become a horizontally spinning, peculiar tornado. This development left the gleeful ladyboy astonished; he had never seen such a tornado before, one that defied natural laws. Could a horizontally spinning formation even produce a tornado?
