Under the dark purple sky, a black silhouette shot across the low sky like an arrow leaving the bow, the Night Demon Wings spreading currents of air, carving fleeting white streaks through the demonic Qi.
Li Qi bit down hard, tasting a faint bloodiness on his tongue — the wound on his back was still seeping blood, left by the scrape of a Silver-winged Demon's sharp claw.
"Damn it!" he growled, his wings suddenly accelerating, leaving afterimages in the air.
Yet those dozen silver lights behind him clung to him relentlessly, the frequency at which the Silver-winged Demons flapped their wings was astonishingly fast, the sharp sound of wing tips tearing through the air like countless small knives slicing by his ears.
