Wenlong was truly suffering beyond words. He could neither beat it nor escape it, and he was always the one taking a beating.
Liuliu, meanwhile, was perfectly at ease and even had the leisure to tease him. "Little miss, isn't this what training is supposed to be like? How would slaughtering demonic beasts help you train?"
She wasn't wrong, but the Thunder Eagle kept singling out the weaker Wenlong. When would this ever end?
All he could do was dodge; he had neither the chance nor the strength to fight back. The Thunder Eagle simply didn't dare approach Liuliu. Her counterattacks were vicious, and it was afraid of dying too.
Wenlong shouted as he dodged, "Little Willow, can't you help me? At this rate, it'll peck me full of holes like a sieve!"
The corner of Liuliu's mouth curled upward. "Isn't this training? You ought to savor the experience."
Despite her words, she still stepped in. Her figure flashed as she appeared behind the Thunder Eagle, her sword thrusting out like lightning.
Sensing danger, the Thunder Eagle hurriedly turned to dodge, but its wing was still slashed.
It shrieked angrily and lunged at Liuliu. Unruffled, she deftly evaded its attack while her sword traced arc after arc, forcing it back.
Seeing that it couldn't gain the upper hand, the Thunder Eagle tried to fly away. Wenlong seized his chance, picked up a stone from the ground, and hurled it with all his might, striking it squarely in the body.
The Thunder Eagle staggered in pain, glanced back at him, and flew away singing.
Wenlong let out a long breath and slumped onto the ground. "It's finally over. This training is pure torture."
Liuliu walked over and said with a smile, "Little miss, this is only the beginning. There'll be plenty