In the night sky above, Wen Siyuan clutched his head with both hands, letting out an incredibly shrill scream.
Sent flying by a single slash from Shen Lang, he was already severely wounded and shot backward like a cannonball.
Just a few meters from the ground, the excruciating pain finally jolted Wen Siyuan's mind back to clarity, if only for a moment.
He gave a flap of his wings, unleashing a tyrannical power that stirred up a furious gale. He forced his body to stabilize, landing somewhat uneasily on the ground.
The moment he landed, Wen Siyuan was panting heavily. He glared venomously at Shen Lang on the platform as his hands slowly lowered from his head.
A horrifying gash stretched from Wen Siyuan's forehead all the way down to his chin.
Amid the mangled flesh and blood, the stark white of his bone was faintly visible within the deep wound!
