West Moon Ridge was a Seventh Rank Mage, after all, so her reactions were swift. The moment she turned back, she frantically tried to steer away and dodge, but unfortunately, the Ghost Eagle was clearly aiming for them. There was no escape.
'Damn it, we've flown right into a Tier Eight Ghost Eagle's territory!' West Moon Ridge cursed inwardly, her expression turning ugly.
If they had encountered it on the ground, West Moon Ridge naturally wouldn't have feared it. As a Seventh Rank Mage who had returned from tracing her lineage, teaching a lesson to a magical beast that had just reached Tier Eight would have been a simple matter.
The problem was, they had run into it in the air. The Ghost Eagle was a flying magical beast, and its combat power in the sky was terrifying.
