"Damn it... damn it... see how many more times you can dodge..." Zhou Yaxuan gritted his teeth and viciously flapped his wings, preparing for another dive bombing round.
But this time, no matter how he expended energy, he just couldn't gain altitude. His severely injured left wing could barely maintain balance, let alone prevent him from plummeting to the ground.
If there were enough energy, healing the wounds would not be difficult, but now he was trembling from hunger, and energy was still leaking from his wounds.
However, looking at the black energy shards, Zhou Yaxuan suddenly had a realization and then turned his gaze to the light sculpture on the ground.
"Right... no need for this anymore... perhaps..." he said, his eyebrows lifting as he snapped his fingers, "Dark Curtain, retract."
In an instant, the pressure of the Dark Curtain receded, and the cold wind also abruptly ceased.
