Twong!
The thread suddenly snapped taut.
The Army-Breaking Spear embedded in the cliff was forcibly torn free.
Loose stones pattered down as the spear streaked back at an angle through the air, trailing black-and-gold light. It struck from behind the Wind Falcon Demon King, piercing along its outstretched wing.
The Wind Falcon Demon King sensed the movement behind it and hastily twisted aside, but it was already too late.
"Pfft!"
The spearhead pierced the base of one wing, snapping a swath of gray-brown flight feathers. A jet of blood sprayed out and scattered on the wind.
"Kreeee!"
It let out a long, agonized cry, so shrill that it tore through the entire wind field.
One wing went limp, no longer able to support its enormous body, and it plummeted straight down. Only by desperately beating its intact wing did it barely steady itself several yards above the ground.
The instant it dropped low, Feng Weibing moved.
He had been waiting on the ground for precisely this moment-for it to drop within a few yards, to a height he could reach from below.
He stepped forward and slashed upward, viciously hacking at the Demon King's leg hanging in the low air.
"Clang!"
His blade struck the leg bone with a dull clang.
The Wind Falcon Demon King recoiled in pain and violently swept its other wing outward, sending a turbulent gust that hurled Feng Weibing away.
As it frantically beat its wings, trying to break free-
Yang Xiao had already drawn close enough, and he spread his fingers.
He activated the Canglan Water Pattern.
Water threaded through the swirling sand and stones, twisting into a wrist-thick stream. It wound around the tumbling rocks and coiled about the Demon King's wounded body.
The Wind Falcon Demon King rose into the air again.