"Oh my God, Master Batian killed the Flying Beast!" exclaimed old man Liu.
Fat Dragon nodded, counting on his fingers: "Indeed, I calculated earlier that Brother Batian's power is still a bit lacking, he can't tame the Flying Beast. In his anger, he killed the Flying Beast."
Mu En and the others rolled their eyes at Fat Dragon, everyone could have guessed that, was there a need to calculate it?
As Huasong predicted, this Fat Dragon really is a big liar.
Everyone's eyes weren't blind, they all saw the Flying Beast falling down, it was definitely Mo Huasong's doing.
But when the Flying Beast was halfway down, Mo Huasong didn't use his Divine Sense to suppress the Flying Beast, but instead, used his own hand to pull the Beast.
The Flying Beast, aware of what was going on, immediately flapped its wings to stabilize its body, all the while feeling a secret dread.
If it weren't for Mo Huasong sparing it, it would have fallen and died.
