To be honest, Savage Wyverns were not particularly powerful magical beasts. Given Number One and Number Two's strength, the two of them would have had no problem dealing with one Savage Wyvern. The trouble was that these magical beasts lived in groups—the kind where attacking one would immediately bring dozens more rushing out.
Savage Wyverns were vicious by nature and swift in action. Killing them outright was fine, but if they were allowed to survive, they would seek revenge no matter how far they had to go. And the corpse Number One held was clearly a Savage Wyvern hatchling. If a Savage Wyvern hatchling was harmed, they would often mobilize their entire clan to hunt down the culprit.
Their exceptionally keen sense of smell made them outstanding avengers.
The two exchanged a glance. They understood that anyone capable of leaving a Savage Wyvern hatchling here was undoubtedly stronger than both of them—and their scheming was terrifying as well.
Number Two wanted to curse a few times, but he knew this was no time to vent his mouth. He hurriedly followed Number One and fled at full speed.
But they had only taken a few steps when the sound of wind whistling came from behind them!
No way? That fast? Both jungle guardians reacted quickly, dropping flat to the ground and rolling in opposite directions.
A huge Savage Wyvern charged through the spot where they had just been standing. Had they not dodged, they would likely have been corpses by now.
Number Two's mouth fell open. The other party had actually calculated that the two of them would appear here at this time and place, which was why they had left the Savage Wyvern corpse behind. And now, just as expected, it had drawn the Savage Wyverns here.
Wasn't the other