Ning Xiaochuan's shout just now had not truly invoked the Northern Darkness Divine Art. He had merely been trying to frighten Lin Gang.
After scaring Lin Gang back, he spread his Rage Wind Wings and sped after him. With a sweep of his arm, he unleashed a sheet of lightning that transformed into seven bolts as thick as bowls, all striking the Mystic Beast beneath Lin Gang at once.
The Mystic Beast's head, tail, and wings were all attacked. Its scales were pierced through, and wisps of black smoke rose from them.
"Aoo!"
That Fourth Grade Mystic Beast let out a miserable cry, black smoke pouring from its mouth, its teeth covered in blood.
It had suffered severe injuries and plunged toward the ground.
Lin Gang sat atop the Mystic Beast's back, gripping an iron chain, his expression changing drastically. He was nearly a hundred meters above the ground. If he fell with the Mystic Beast, even with his Martial Dao cultivation, he would suffer grave injuries—or even die.
"Thud!"
His cultivation was indeed extraordinary. He stomped viciously on the Mystic Beast's back, sending himself soaring upward before landing on Meng Xinhan's mount.
"Damn it! Fighting him in the sky puts us at far too great a disadvantage."
Lin Gang's heart ached terribly for his mount. He had spent nine oxen and two tigers' worth of effort to tame that Sparrow Rate Beast. By now, it had likely fallen into the mountain ravine and become a puddle of flesh.
Before they had even captured Ning Xiaochuan, they had already lost a Fourth Grade Mystic Beast.
"He will not stay arrogant for long."
Meng Xinhan took out an extremely thin golden profound thread. He handed one end to Lin Gang while gripping the other in his own hand, then leaped straight