Finally, the Red Sky Beast could no longer contain itself.
Even if it wanted to continue, it no longer had the energy to deploy its predictive left eye. Deprived of this divine skill, its reactions became extremely sluggish, its dodges no longer so flawless—resembling a wild beast in a cage that had been poked blind, possessing nothing but brute strength.
Zhu Minglang and Linghu Ling acted together, inflicting serious injury on the Red Sky Beast.
"It's planning to run again," Wu Xiao said.
He had been carefully watching the entire time. However, this time the Red Sky Beast, seemingly driven to desperation, suddenly erupted with a speed more than three times faster than before. Whether it had been conserving its energy all this time, or it was the final burst of potential at the end of its life, was uncertain.
It streaked across like a piercing red lightning bolt, with its feathered wings on its back flapping with tremendous force.
