The others were all gasping for breath, and Lan Xuanyu's Gold-striped Bluegrass was still coiling around everyone without letting go. No one knew if another cyclone was about to come. That cyclone had appeared too suddenly, without the slightest sign.
Moreover, the cyclone that had just passed, in Lan Xuanyu's feeling, should not be the huge cyclonic vortex that he could see from space. If it had been that one, it might have been possible for them to be torn apart.
The environment was too harsh, what could they do?
"Xuanyu, Meng Qin and I can quickly condense ice to protect everyone if we join hands. As long as we stay together, we should be able to," Dong Qianqiu suddenly said to Lan Xuanyu.
"Hmm?" Lan Xuanyu looked at her, puzzled.
Dong Qianqiu said, "The ice element here is so abundant that it greatly amplifies our abilities in this aspect. Let's show you."