Duan Ye, Luo Fei, and Song Ming, who were heading into the forest, saw the signal and their hearts sank: "Not good! That's Ning Lang's distress signal! Hurry!"
Several people immediately flew on their swords, following the light. When they were in mid-air, they saw a red figure in front of them from afar, and a huge eagle following beside it.
"Am I seeing right? Isn't that Fengjiu and the eagle that caught Ning Lang?" Song Ming said in astonishment, looking at the two figures in the distance in a daze.
"It's Fengjiu, for sure. But why is he with that eagle?"
"Did he tame the eagle?"
Of course, they would not mistake the red figure. It was Fengjiu without a doubt, but what about the huge eagle? Why was it following Fengjiu? Wasn't Ning Lang caught by the eagle? If the eagle was there, why would Ning Lang be in a deeper place
Listening to the three of them talking one by one, Tunyun, who was replaced by Song Ming, glanced ahead and said, "Impossible, my master will never accept that eagle. A mere divine beast wants my master to accept it? That's impossible."
Just a mythical beast
The three of them looked at each other, speechless. If it weren't for the fact that the Hell Mountain Range connected the eight empires, how could there be any beasts like divine beasts? You know, even their ancestors didn't have divine beasts.
The few of them didn't say anything more to it, but quickened their speed. When they were flying in the air, a group of long-legged birds attacked them. When Tunyun saw it, he immediately released the pressure of the divine beast, roared, and shook the birds to the ground.
In the deeper part of the periphery, Ning Lang's face was pale, his clothes were torn and tattered, and he walked with a limp because of an injury to his calf.
In front of him, two tigers were staring at him with drooling. Although these two tigers were only at the holy beast level, they were two flying tigers that could run on the ground and fly in the sky. He originally wanted to find Duan Ye and the others, but he met these two flying tigers halfway and kept running to be chased by them. If he didn't have the Feiyun Boots, he would have been eaten by these two flying tigers.
"Brother Hu, let's talk about this. Can you please not eat me? Even though I'm white and plump, I'm really not tasty." He backed away while apologetically smiling and speaking in a low voice.
However, the two tigers on the left and right in front of him were staring at him and approaching him step by step. Their open mouths were drooling, revealing their sharp fangs, which made Ning Lang's heart beat fast.
It's over, it's over. I'm going to die here this time, and my body won't be intact. If I'm eaten by these two ferocious beasts, I'll probably only have some clothes and bones left. Maybe I'm not enough for the two flying tigers, and they'll even gnaw on my bones. Then I'll really die quietly, and no body will be left.
Before he encountered danger, he had already thought of the worst outcome. When he thought that he would end up with no body left, his heart trembled. He stared at the two flying tigers and shouted bravely.
"You, you better not force me! I'm telling you, I won't fight you to death. If I fight you to death, you will definitely not get any good results. Leave quickly if you know what's good for you, otherwise..."