The gale above the valley grew more and more violent, and sand laden with bone-piercing cold blasted into their faces, stinging their skin.
The Ice Wings behind Lu Yuan continued to beat at high speed, each flap bringing a shrill crack through the air. His black combat suit clung tightly to his sleek back, outlining taut muscles brimming with explosive power.
His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the Windwing Demon Owl ahead as it burned its vital essence and fled for its life. He didn't slow his pursuit in the slightest.
The vicious beast's wings beat so fast they were almost a blur. Its dark teal feathers had curled slightly from the burning of its vital essence. Its shrill cries echoed through the empty valley, yet it never dared turn back and fight Lu Yuan.
It dodged left and right, sometimes diving, sometimes swerving sharply, sometimes skimming along the cliff face. It used every trick it could to evade the Ice Blades and frigid air Lu Yuan sent flying. Each time, it barely escaped a fatal blow, but it never managed to pull away.
Cold air churned constantly around Lu Yuan's fingertips. Ice Blades poured out like a torrential rain, their keen whistles through the air overlapping without end.
The Ice Blades struck the cliff face and instantly blasted out countless deep pits, sending gravel pattering down.
The Ice Blades swept through the air, freezing the currents directly into a faint white mist.
But the Windwing Demon Owl's will to survive was fierce. Relying on its familiarity with the terrain and the speed it gained by burning its vital essence, it repeatedly escaped death by a hair, streaking madly toward the deepest part of the valley.
The pursuit continued, the two figures—one chasing, one fleeing—plunging swiftly into