RAT-A-TAT-TAT... A stream of bullets sprayed upwards from the automatic rifle.
A piercing shriek echoed from above. Shen Feng and Witch Tower simultaneously dove forward and to the right. With a THUD, a giant eagle with a four-to-five-meter wingspan crashed down right where they had been standing.
Though called a giant eagle, the creature was covered in thick scales, had four claws, and a half-meter-long, scimitar-like beak. It was clearly a creature conjured from imagination.
Although it possessed life, it had not the slightest hint of intelligence or even consciousness. It was nothing more than a walking corpse.
Or perhaps, a biological machine.
This indirectly confirmed one of Shen Feng's earlier theories.
But he only managed a glance back while sprinting, not daring to look closer. In the sky not far off, three more dark figures were rapidly diving toward him and Witch Tower!
