"You're an absolute idiot!" Yang Yuan said. He snatched the spear back from Hu Xiaotian, walked up to the iron cage, and struck its bars with the shaft.
The Flying Owl raised its head proudly, ignoring his provocation altogether. After days of clashes with them, it already knew what they wanted. "Cry out!" Yang Yuan cursed, leveling the spear and thrusting it at the Flying Owl inside the cage.
Although the iron cage was fairly spacious, it was still cramped for the Flying Owl's enormous body. Unable to dodge, it took Yang Yuan's thrust without making a sound, its furious eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.
Hu Xiaotian saw blood dripping from the spearhead as Yang Yuan withdrew it. Apparently, it had pierced the Flying Owl's hide. He could not help feeling surprised. He remembered how thick and tough the other Flying Owl's skin had been during their battle in midair-even his Dark Nether Yin Wind Claw had failed to tear it. Why could the spear in Yang Yuan's hands pierce this one's skin? Deliberately, he said, "Huh! Its skin is awfully thin. It can't even withstand a little poke!"
"It's not that its skin is thin," Yang Yuan said. "This spearhead was specially forged from iron crystal mother. It's extremely valuable, so don't lose it." He handed the spear back to Hu Xiaotian.
Holding the spear, Hu Xiaotian tapped the iron cage. The Flying Owl glared viciously at him, clearly regarding him as an enemy too.
Seeing that the corpse inside the cage remained untouched, Hu Xiaotian whispered, "Brother Yang, it won't eat dead people!"
"This creature has a terrible temper," Yang Yuan said. "It's been on a hunger strike ever since we captured it. Fifth Master said it won't last more than a few days at this rate. It's