Oliveira had a rather ugly look on his face, but he was filled with admiration when he looked at Ye Yinzhu, "Yinzhu, how did you detect the approaching storm? Thank goodness you adjusted our brothers' formation in time, otherwise we would have been in a real mess this time. By forming a circular formation and having our brothers hold on to each other, connecting their body weight, and then protecting the mages in the center, even a tornado, no matter how strong, wouldn't be able to lift us all at once. It's just that the storm arrived too quickly. The mages in the middle didn't have enough time to fully protect themselves, and seven of them were still swept away by the tornado."
"What? Seven people were swept away?" A cold light flashed in Ye Yinzhu's eyes, and his fist clenched instantly. Feeling the tension in his muscles, Haiyang raised his head and carefully held his large hand, comforting him silently.