The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,Lou Qi had never seen such eyes before, like those of a hell king. The coldness and killing intent in his eyes could almost freeze people to death.,Those eerie eyes suddenly widened, and a crimson gush flowed out, then slowly slid down along the corners of his eyes. The two lines of tears mingled with all the beads on his face and fell.。