Due to the intense pain, just a mere few seconds of flying had taken Muir a tremendous amount of energy. He had only flown into mid-air when he suddenly fell, smashing onto a branch, and he only managed to not fall to the ground by grabbing onto the branch with his claws.
Parker immediately ran over to bite him. Muir forcibly held on and flew up a little higher again, then fell again.
This cycle continued, and the gap between the two beastmen was drawn further.
After giving chase for a while, Parker spat out the feathers in his mouth and came to a stop.
Forget it. If he continued to give chase, the peacocks would discover him. It was more important to save Qingqing.
This was the first time the prey he had caught with his mouth had managed to escape, and Parker was feeling very upset. He wiped away the feathers on his face, rubbed a layer of soil onto the blood on his body, then ran toward the peacock village with light steps.
