The White Crane's wings, filled with flowing fire and holes, plummeted into the grass once more.
It was shrouded in thick smoke, its feathers as if soaked in magma and fiery water, emitting a pungent sulfur odor.
It shakily, shakily tried to stand on its two slender crane legs, still hoping to spread its wings and fly high once again.
But those two crane legs were also covered in wounds, simply unable to bear its body's weight.
"Snap!"
It collapsed weakly into the grass again.
"You little runt! How dare you offend your Lord Crane, I won't let you off!"
It still cursed shrilly with its sharp beak.
Pang Jian flew in on his spear.
Seeing that it was critically injured, Pang Jian dismounted from above the silver spear, hard-bracing against the glimmering Firm Cover as he landed in front of it.
Pang Jian's left hand suddenly stretched out from inside the Firm Cover, seizing the crane's long neck with a grip.
