No sooner had Loki finished speaking than the falcon, which had been standing obediently on his arm, suddenly spread its wings and flew up again.
Loki was somewhat surprised. Not only was he skilled in shapeshifting, but he was also an excellent mage. A bird of prey like a falcon would not simply land on anyone's arm. He had used magic to bring the large bird down from the sky earlier. The spell had not been particularly profound, but it was more than enough to deal with a brainless wild beast like this.
The falcon itself probably did not know why, but it had suddenly found Loki especially endearing and could not resist landing on his hand. It tucked away its claws and hard beak, becoming as docile as a pet.
Yet this completely tamed bird had now broken free of Loki's control.
Before Loki could figure out what was happening, Zhang Heng's arrows arrived. The first arrow was aimed at Loki's chest, but Loki caught it in one hand. At the same time, seeing Zhang Heng fire a second arrow without hesitation, Loki could only helplessly use his teleportation ability again.
But in the next moment, Loki was horrified to discover that he was still standing exactly where he had been, without moving an inch. The next arrow had already reached his neck. In that critical instant, Loki instinctively raised his right hand to block it, only for the flying arrow to pierce straight through his palm.
The pain in his hand was secondary. What truly terrified Loki was the discovery that the Escape Dagger at his waist was gone.
Then Loki seemed to think of something and looked up at the falcon overhead. There, clutched in the bird's beak, was the life-saving item he had lost.
Loki realized