The sky was a vast, pitiless ocean of azure, and Jiang Chen was but a piece of bait dangling from a hook.
The wind at this altitude had lost all gentleness. It felt like a legion of invisible knives flaying his skin and pouring into his lungs. Each beat of the Sky Rupturing Owl's wings sent a jolt of agony through his shoulders, where diamond hard talons had sunk deep into his flesh like curved sickles. Blood flowed warm along his shoulders before being scattered into red mist by the rushing air.
Looking down, the Earthly Spirit Bamboo Mountain, which had once been towering green peaks, had now shrunk into a mere patch of moss upon the earth's distant skin.
'How could I be so careless!? Fuck!' Jiang Chen's expression was ugly.
The Sky Rupturing Owl was a Rank One peak grade demonic beast, its wingspan wide enough to blot out the sun like a storm cloud. Its feathers were edged with a metallic sheen, and its large triangular eyes flickered with cruelty.
