"Huff!"
Just as she was about to fall into the river, a set of pure white wings suddenly appeared behind Avril, supporting her whole body in mid-air.
"Who exactly are you?"
Avril's face held a tinge of paleness, her lips slightly bloodied, clearly having suffered considerable injuries earlier. She regarded the elder before her with a full face of solemnity, wishing to escape, but was locked in place by the elder's aura, any slight movement would bring a thunderous attack upon her.
Upon hearing Avril's words, the elder laughed heartily, "Who I am doesn't matter at all; the important thing is that today you're dead for sure. Die!"
With these words falling, the elder stepped forward, moving like a dragon and a tiger, leaping into the air, his five fingers turning into claws, carrying a fierce force, as if reaching for something in a bag, aiming for Avril's throat.
