The black light was indeed the little sword driven by Zhang Xiaohua!
Although flying beasts can fly very fast, the little sword was even faster. In no time, it had already caught up. The flying beast seemed to have sensed the pursuer behind it and immediately sped up. Moreover, it flew erratically up and down, left and right, as if trying to shake off the little sword with experienced movements.
Unfortunately, the little sword had undergone a struggle with wild seabirds, so how could it be shaken off by the flying beast? In less than a moment, the little sword had already reached the neck of the flying beast, and with just a little more force, it could have killed it.
Just then, the little sword suddenly broke away from the flying beast, turned around, and flew back like a bolt of lightning. The flying beast narrowly escaped death, cried out loudly, determined the direction, flapped its wings, and hurriedly escaped from this sad place.
