An iron-armored flying eagle with a four-meter wingspan swooped down, catching him perfectly and allowing him to step onto its back.
In the blink of an eye—
SCREECH!!
The eagle beast's low cry echoed, resounding through the valley. The black trench coat fluttered in the wind as man and beast departed from the skies above Crow Valley, looking indescribably free and unrestrained.
Witnessing this scene, Yao Jin and the others had complex expressions, all feeling a wave of emotion. Relief, awe, admiration... various emotions surfaced in their hearts, even carrying a trace of gratitude. If not for his intervention, they might have fallen here today, buried in the dirt.
