The Ford F-150 Raptor roared as it sped forward.
Run!
Faced with Death's pursuit, they had to respond actively. Sitting around waiting to die, or hoping to dodge it through luck, was absolutely impossible.
Fighting desperately still offered a sliver of hope. If they slackened and resigned themselves to fate, they would truly have no chance of survival.
The gale howled. Even though the Raptor weighed three tons, it was being blown from side to side. Jiang Hao had to struggle to keep it from crashing into the roadside.
"Screech—!"
A sedan ahead was suddenly shoved sideways by the wind and slammed into a roadside trash can. The car flipped over, snapping the fixed metal bin loose. Then, with a whoosh, the wind swept it into the sky, and it vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Oh my God, another car crashed up ahead! The trash can flew into the sky!" Mark shouted, holding up his phone.
Debris carried by the wind battered the windows. After driving forward for a while, they saw several cars jammed together ahead. A pileup had occurred there. Seven or eight vehicles had collided, blocking the road.
Jiang Hao had no intention of stopping. He jerked the wheel and charged through a gravel ditch over two meters deep beside the road. The pickup's off-road capabilities were powerful, and it had more than enough horsepower to handle this terrain.
Mark turned to look behind them, his face turning pale. The enormous tornado was relentlessly chasing them. They had sped along for several minutes, yet instead of widening the distance, the tornado was getting closer and closer.
"Oh my God, the tornado is chasing us! It's at least three or four hundred meters across. This is a Super Tornado. I can only describe it with a