In the pitch-black night sky, a demon beast with dragon horns and a wingspan stretching over a hundred yards silently glided toward Wang Xiaomao, the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten, who was attentively watching the battlefield from high above.
Deadly however, the usually vigilant Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten had no inkling of the danger approaching from behind, as if nothing was behind it at all.
Behind it, the Black-Winged Dragon Hawk's talons were already raised in a hunting stance.
"Kitten, be careful!"
In that instant, Ye Zhen roared at the top of his lungs with all the speed he could muster. In his urgency, Ye Zhen even forgot that he could directly command Kitten to flee through Divine Soul Sensing.
But the issue was, he had realized it too late.
Amid his exclamation, Kitten abruptly turned its head, revealing a look of utter terror, but by then, the Black-Winged Dragon Hawk's talons had already lightning-fast clawed toward the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten's head.
