After speaking, the banshee leaped into the sky and transformed into a large eagle with colorful wings, reaching an altitude of ten thousand meters in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the clouds.
"Fast runner." Song Changming muttered, yet refrained from chasing.
On the one hand, his battlefield was on the ground; as a general, his first priority was ensuring the safety of the soldiers, and he couldn't leave recklessly and be led away by the demon.
On the other hand, the destination the banshee flew toward was near the battlefield of Giant Eagle and Wang Tianshuang, a territory he couldn't tread upon, and there was no need to risk his life for a portion of Demon Race Blood Qi.
A demon escaped; however, every corner of this demon battlefield still had plenty of them.
"Die!" Xing Tiexin wielded his spear with heavy shadows, like dragons spinning and entangled in a fierce battle with the Cangwu eagle.
