Watching the Spirit Wind Eagle vanish into the clouds, Ang's brows relaxed slightly.
Although the magical beast's aura had plummeted after losing two tail feathers,
its speed was still not to be underestimated. If the Spirit Wind Eagle decided to remain his enemy, the situation would still be difficult to predict.
Ang took a deep breath, with no intention of relaxing.
Just as he had expected, the Spirit Wind Eagle had not completely given up. Instead, it hovered within the clouds, seemingly still observing his every move.
Seeing that the Spirit Wind Eagle was no longer approaching, Ang's thoughts stirred. He immediately waved his wand, and four Ice Giants emerged from the snow and ice.
Each stood around five meters tall, enormous in size and radiating intense cold, like four silent guardian gods surrounding him.
Each Ice Giant tightly gripped a sharp ice blade, its tip gleaming with frost, as though ready to welcome battle at any moment.
They stood back to back, firmly protecting Ang in their midst and preventing any outside threat from reaching him.
The Spirit Wind Eagle remained hidden within the thick clouds, but Ang could feel its hostile gaze descending from the sky.
That gaze was filled with fury and unwillingness. The two tail feathers it had lost seemed to have become wounds in its heart that could never heal.
Its aura as a Level 6 Magical Beast had already vanished completely. It was now merely a magical beast that had regressed to Level 5.
The Spirit Wind Eagle was hesitating over whether it should continue risking a confrontation with him.
Losing its tail feathers was undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation, and the injury filled it with rage.
Yet its calmness made it reconsider. Even in its anger, it could not ignore the enemy before it—a