Giant skeletons of various animals kept crashing towards them, as they fell further, the corrosive mist became increasingly potent.
Baili An didn't know how long he had been battered by the wild turbulent winds, the gale carrying coarse grit made it difficult for him to open his eyes.
He squinted painfully and saw that Arao's wings were blood-stained, severely injured.
Her black wings hung listlessly by her sides, making it hard for her to fly.
At this moment, a massive rocky hill was blown backwards, crashing heavily into Arao.
With a heavy muffled sound, under a terrifying push, Arao was sent flying far away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Baili An knew that at times like these, one must not panic.
Within the rapidly descending shadows on the mountain walls, the image of the Netherworld Wolf moon-gazing flashed quickly.
It rushed like lightning towards the direction where Arao had vanished.
