Time rewound to a few minutes before Luo Fan slew the eighth-tier Fierce Beast.
The Seventh-Tier Parrot was dead.
Even the Winged Queen, an eighth-tier Fierce Beast, had disappeared!
The lower-tier Fierce Beasts' offensive visibly faltered.
They knew nothing of tactics or morale, but the instinct etched deep into their blood told them-something terrible had happened.
Their charges were no longer so fearless, their attacks no longer so frenzied. Some third- and fourth-tier Fierce Beasts even began quietly retreating toward the edges of the battlefield.
But the Seventh-Tier Giant Bird Fierce Beast did not retreat.
It took flight.
Its enormous wings spread, blotting out the moonlight.
Its charred feathers rustled in the night wind, and blue blood still seeped from wounds across its body, injuries left by the Cross's suppression and the concentrated fire of the entire city's Sequence Users.
Yet its eyes remained scarlet, blazing with frenzied fury.
The Parrot was dead.
The lord had disappeared.
It was now the only high-tier being left in the entire Beast Tide.
It did not flee. It wanted revenge.
Its enormous wings beat fiercely, and the winds between heaven and earth seemed to answer its call at that moment.
Visible currents of air converged from every direction, gathering, compressing, and swirling around it before turning into gray-green Wind Blades.
One, ten, a hundred...
Densely packed Wind Blades hovered around it like an array of arrows poised to fire.
Then it let out an earthshaking screech.
All the Wind Blades fell at once.
"Get out of the way! Hurry!"
Ding Wanning's roar was nearly drowned out by the pressure of the wind.
The Sequence Users scattered, some diving for cover, some rolling into trenches, and others desperately running toward the foot of the city wall.
But the Wind Blades covered far too