"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Black Hawk let out an utterly miserable scream; blood gushed like a fountain from the wound on its back, and without the support of its wings, it quickly lost balance and plummeted from the sky.
Blood spilled across the vast sky, filling the air with the stench of iron and death.
Bright red blood rained down from the heavens, scattering across the earth, splattering onto the bodies of small monsters, and some droplets even landed on the city walls, staining the soldiers' armor crimson.
Shiny black feathers also started to drift down gently, fluttering chaotically as Black Hawk fell.
Zhou Heng, on the other hand, held a black feathered wing in each hand. His body flashed with a golden light, then he fell swiftly from the sky, and with a 'thump,' he landed firmly on the ground.
And after he had landed—
