The Eagle exerted all its strength, stubbornly dragging the two people forward, leaving deep marks on the ground.
Qiao Duo'er clenched her teeth; she knew she and Tan Zhenghong couldn't hold on much longer.
But if this Eagle didn't die today, it would surely seek an opportunity for revenge in the future, which was an inherent pride of Eagles.
Qiao Duo'er summoned all her strength to pull out her dagger; the warm blood that splattered on her face ignited all her fighting cells.
If she could have a good fight and die with Tan Zhenghong by her side, what would it matter?
This resolve instantly restored Qiao Duo'er to her peak strength, and the dagger plunged once more into the Hawk's chest, right where its heart was!
But that wasn't enough; after Qiao Duo'er withdrew the dagger, she slashed open its throat again.
If it didn't die from that, it might as well be considered a spirit!
