This was the Storm Lord, an eighth level high level Imperial grade spiritual beast with wind attributes.
Although this spiritual beast was only at the eighth level, its ability to hover made it formidable even against some ninth level Imperial grade spiritual beasts, which often found themselves helpless against it and could even be slowly tormented to death.
With a cold gaze, the Storm Lord looked down at Red below. It slightly raised its right hand, and massive cyan wind blades began to form above it. These blades quickly slashed down towards Red with a fierce, rapid momentum, tearing through the air.
"Roar!"
Eyes filled with murderous intent, Red kicked off with its paws, diving into the pit, narrowly avoiding the sweeping cyan wind blades that managed to shear off a few strands of pale yellow fur.
Meanwhile, in the dark pit:
"Rustle, rustle!"
