Boom!
"Chirp, chirp..."
The palm, laden with terrifying true essence, struck the Cloudwing Beast's head. A crack rang out, as though its skull had shattered.
The Cloudwing Beast let out an agonized cry, its enormous body and golden wings plummeting toward the ground.
"Little One!!!"
Behind the Cloudwing Beast, the force of Zong Han's palm passed through it. A faint remnant struck Qin Hao, turning his face pale and drawing another thread of blood from the corner of his mouth.
The Great Dao Spirit-Seizing Art circulated automatically, drawing vast quantities of heaven and earth spiritual energy into his body.
Qin Hao's eyes turned bloodshot. He moved, rushing toward the Cloudwing Beast.
Thud!
The Cloudwing Beast crashed heavily to the ground, its aura feeble. A huge wound gaped on its head, pouring blood.
Qin Hao's eyes were crimson.
This was the second time the Cloudwing Beast had saved him!
Qin Hao had had no confidence whatsoever in blocking Zong Han's second attack.
He would have died without question!
"Pills! Healing pills!"
Qin Hao took a deep breath, fury rising within him. Sensing the Cloudwing Beast's life aura slipping away, his heart burned with anxiety, and he fumbled to retrieve healing pills.
"Little One, hurry! Swallow these pills!"
Qin Hao fed the Cloudwing Beast every kind of healing pill as though they cost nothing.
"Chirp..."
The Cloudwing Beast cried in pain, swallowing the pills with immense difficulty.
A short while later.
The Cloudwing Beast's life aura stabilized, but the wound on its head had not healed. Blood continued to flow.
It lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move.
"Its soul is damaged, Qin Hao. The Cloudwing Beast's injury is in its head. A monster's divine soul resides in its mindscape."
Lingxiaozi's voice sounded in Qin Hao's mind. He sighed. "Damage to