Before Zhang Xiaofan could move, the young eagle appeared again in an instant with its speed, its two sharp-glinting talons raking down together.
Zhang Xiaofan only had time to shield Luo Yunji beneath him and wait for the talons to pierce his body. By now, he had already slipped into a mild stupor, his consciousness gradually blurring.
"Clear Breeze Flying Dance!"
A faint breeze brushed past. As it pushed forward, that gust grew stronger and sharper, like huge blades slicing toward the Huiwen Golden Eagle. Even when these wind blades struck it, they failed to leave any wounds on its body at all, not even the faintest mark. However, they did push it away from Zhang Xiaofan and the others.
He Dazhi stepped with his Footwork and rushed to Zhang Xiaofan's side in an instant. He grabbed him and Luo Yunji, who was being shielded beneath him, then rapidly retreated, fleeing toward the cave where Tian Buyi and the others were.
The Huiwen Golden Eagle's speed was a gift of nature. How could beginner-level Footwork compare to it?
He Dazhi's expression turned ugly as he looked up at the Huiwen Golden Eagle blocking the road ahead. Jolted by the abrupt stop, Zhang Xiaofan spat out another mouthful of blood.
This was the first time Luo Yunji had seen Zhang Xiaofan cough blood, and also the first time he had seen Zhang Xiaofan suffer such severe injuries. Whether from fright or fury, his mind went blank.
At this moment, a whirlwind formed between He Dazhi's hands. At first, it was only the size of a palm, small enough for his hands to cup. But in the blink of an eye, the whirlwind instantly accelerated and expanded. One breath later, it was already as tall as a person, spinning so fast that