Hiss—
The piercing whistles grew closer and closer, and Shao Zifeng could even see the spiral air currents outside the metallic spear; Lingling was far from being quick enough to dodge it.
Lingling struggled to break free from Shao Zifeng's embrace, but its recent burst of energy left it somewhat weak, almost blown away by the night wind before Shao Zifeng held it tightly in his arms again.
The small deer widened its eyes and turned to ram into the metallic spear.
Shao Zifeng's face, however, showed no emotion; he calmly watched the approaching metallic spear, golden-red glimmers twinkling deep within his pupils, ethereal scales faintly visible at the corners of his eyes, the surging fire element around him becoming intensely active.
Tens of millions of people watched this scene via livestream, silently praying for Shao Zifeng.
Thud!
