In the expansive night sky, the creature's rapid flight echoed with the howling wind. Its formidable body, spanning over three meters without counting its wings, bore an intimidating presence. The distinct scent of blood emanating from it hinted at the previous night's carnage.1

Wang Xuan quickly surmised that the creature's prowess was beyond most Masters' capabilities.  0

He initially aimed to tear away Zhao Qinghan's protective layers and allow them both to fall to the ground. But the beast's swift ascent disrupted his plan. Fearing a lethal drop, Wang Xuan hesitated. 0

With powerful wingbeats, the creature pierced through the forest's hovering mist, heading into an enigmatic domain. 0

Zhao Qinghan's face was drained of color. Her initial despondence, however, was replaced with deep appreciation upon witnessing...0