In the sky, a dark figure hurriedly swooped down, stirring up a wild wind.
This figure grabbed the battered body of Liu Zhenshuo and took off into the sky.
It was a gaunt middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a pale face. His pupils were several times larger than normal, and he had a pair of meaty wings growing from his back. The wings flapped wildly, causing gusts of wind and elevating him higher into the sky.
Martial Spirit.
Another Martial Spirit.
Fleshy wings are nearly impossible for normal people to grow.
This winged Martial Spirit was extremely fast. Even while grasping Liu Zhenshuo, he ascended to an altitude of over twenty meters in the blink of an eye.
"Don't think about escaping."
The ancestor of the Wei Clan leapt dozens of meters into the air, wielding a two-meter-long war knife, and slashed at the winged Martial Spirit.
The winged Martial Spirit rapidly flapped his wings to retreat over ten meters, avoiding the attack of the Wei Clan Ancestor.
