"Trying to run?!" Feng Ling froze.
Her blade transformed into Fangs and Claws, snapping at the Messenger as he flew upward!
The Messenger used the same trick again, and an Air Shield rammed into Feng Ling like a wall of compressed air!
Feng Ling pounced at empty air. Unable to stop the Messenger from taking off, she could only stand on the ground, gritting her teeth as she watched him fly higher and higher.
Once he rose beyond the reach of her tentacles, Feng Ling could no longer threaten the Messenger in the air. Third Child would be of little use.
Even if Great Kite were here, it probably would not be able to help, because the Kite was too clumsy.
Feng Ling stared at the Messenger in the sky, trying to determine which direction he intended to flee. She had to kill him today—she had to! If he fled to the ends of the earth, she would pursue him to the ends of the earth!
As long as he remained within twenty kilometers, she could use Third Perspective to continuously track the Red Dot's movements. Unless the Messenger could vanish into thin air, like a Gargoyle.
Strangely, the Messenger did not run. After ascending to around fifty meters, he stopped. His six wings flapped in turn, stirring up waves of scorching air.
Feng Ling sensed something was terribly wrong. She turned to look at the Yilanka Soldiers several dozen meters away, who were being suppressed by her Mental Pressure. Farther away, Huang Yi's convoy was drawing ever closer.
Was this guy planning to use Doomsday Judgment and burn everyone to death?
But Doomsday Judgment would leave him weakened. Was he really that confident? Was he not leaving himself any way out?
Feng Ling's gaze fell upon the cargo unloaded