In the small villa courtyard, Shao Zifeng and Casar were engaged in a battle.
Bald Strong, wearing a down jacket, had his empty sleeves occasionally blown up by the air currents stirred by the fight, swaying in the slightly cold breeze.
Whoosh!
The Snowy Owl flew midair, slightly tilting its head to watch Xiong San chasing on the ground below, then with a flutter of its wings, it shot up into the sky like a white shadow.
The white figure of the Snowy Owl rose higher and higher, its snow-white feathers blending into the early winter sun against the light.
On the ground, Xiong San gnashed its teeth, its fierce gaze closely following the white figure, but as it merged with the sun, Xiong San, staring directly at the sun, felt a sharp pain in its eyes and subsequently lowered its head to paw at its eyes.
"Eagle Strike!"
"Whoo-whoo!"
