Unable to draw her sword, Loran Hill made a decisive move, letting go of the sword and dodging the sharp claw attack. Unfortunately, the situation wasn't over yet. The wings swooped down like iron palms, causing the girl's right hand, which had been blocking the attack, to feel a sharp pain, and her forearm was directly broken.
In a flash, Loran Hill endured the severe pain and moved his body again to avoid the pecking of the hook-like bird's beak.
Unfortunately, the outer garment on his body was not so lucky. It was torn by the beak on the spot like a piece of torn silk.
After the two separated, because his right wrist was temporarily fractured and he could not use force, Loran Hill had to stretch out his left hand and aim it at the ferocious monster bird. The high-speed airflow gathered in his palm, compressed, and then exploded.
Under the turbulent airflow, the strange bird separated from the girl temporarily and let out an angry cry.
Sure enough, I am still too weak now. The comfortable life has made me forget the cruelty of survival.
After separating, Loran Hill held his arm, and strands of cool energy flowed through his arm, repairing the injured part.
Unlike the previous practice in Emenas, both sides ultimately exercised restraint. It was also different from her later spellcasting in the army, where she had the assistance of many companions behind her.
In the life-and-death battle, the cruelty and brutality of this strange bird caused the girl to suffer a small loss, but also made Loran Hill calm down.
The two sides soared up again, broke through the clouds, and competed for the higher sky.
The sky above the flowing clouds was an extremely blue sky, and the cold air currents were flowing silently and at high speed, gradually turning into an emerald spear.
Its color is like sky blue, cold and sharp.
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