Ling Yu clenched his teeth tightly, struggling to resist the White Tiger's strike. At the same level and tier, solely relying on raw strength and physical resilience, how could Ling Yu possibly match a Demon Beast?
A bird's cry echoed through the sky above. Obscured by the tiger's paw, Ling Yu could not see what was happening overhead, but he could vaguely sense a roaring gale rushing toward his face.
As the wind grew fiercer, a pair of fiery red wings appeared above the tiger's paw, blotting out the sky. The feathers were so red they seemed as though they were about to drip blood.
Chapter 61