Heaven Wind's killing intent materialized in Xiao Ming's eyes, making him feel as though he were ensnared in a web of shadow blades.
At that moment, Xiao Ming whispered a silent prayer, yearning to escape this haunting crisis, a predicament far direr than his harrowing encounter with the Yang King of the Zi Tribe.
SCREE!
As if sensing its master's torment, the phoenix let out a furious shriek heavenward, summoning a powerful pillar of nascent white lightning to pour from the sky.
"Heavenly Lightning?" Heaven Wind's expression darkened, but far from deterring him, it spurred him onward.
He fluttered into the sky, his arms outstretched towards Xiao Ming as the lightning cascaded down.
As Heaven Wind drew nearer, Xiao Ming felt a cold sweat trickle down his back, overwhelmed by the sheer killing intent radiating from the approaching figure.
His heart pounded wildly, threatening to burst from overexertion. Xiao Ming steeled his breath and—
BAM!
