Qin Ziwen went to its side.
Once he was on the Beaked Eagle's back, it seemed to understand his intent. It spread its wings, and in the next moment, Qin Ziwen felt a powerful sense of weightlessness.
The Beaked Eagle carried him into the sky.
Compared to its struggle last time, the Beaked Eagle was clearly having a much easier time.
The wind howled in his ears, but he felt hardly any airflow.
As they ascended, getting farther and farther from the ground, Qin Ziwen subconsciously leaned over and gripped the feathers on the Beaked Eagle's back.
The Beaked Eagle's feathers were stiff, and the vanes were thick.
As they continued to climb, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. Fortunately, the cold air currents were kept at bay, so aside from the drop in temperature, nothing else felt out of the ordinary.
Not far away, a few Winged Dragons circled in the sky. They had spotted the Beaked Eagle but only circled from a distance, not daring to approach.
