The Eagle's advantage lay in its swiftness, taking down its opponent before the other had a chance to retaliate.
But now, someone else was faster.
Malevolence flared in Xuan San's eyes, he could no longer bother with the person who failed to recall the Eagle in time.
"Bring the hostages over, then we'll meet them."
Xuan San stood with his hands behind his back, his heart heavy with an indescribable oppression and pain.
In his heart, the Hawk ranked only second to Yin Yinyue, and now so many Hawks had perished, he felt an overwhelming urge to die himself.
But he couldn't die now, Yin Yinyue was still in prison waiting for him.
By the time Xuan San appeared with his men, the remaining Eagles were circling high in the sky, hesitant to fly down, and their numbers had dwindled to only two-thirds of the original count.
Damn it, those shot down were all his painstaking efforts!
