The sound of something tearing through the air beneath the clouds was jarring. Everyone on the battlefield felt its effects. The Qi Cultivators and demons alike sensed the Spiritual Qi in the air tremble, and they instinctively created distance between themselves.
The discomfort vanished in an instant, and the din of battle returned. Wang Ping suppressed his thoughts and cast a divination hexagram. After confirming there was no risk, he retrieved a steel sword from his storage bag. His left hand formed the hand technique for the Sword Control Technique as he circulated the Spiritual Qi throughout his body. A cold glint of light then streaked across the sky, piercing toward the falcon's head.
A direct hit!
The next moment, the falcon shrieked. Its dive faltered for a second before its body began to spin wildly, flinging the Tiger Demon from its back. Wang Ping locked his eyes on the spot where the Tiger Demon would land and pushed off the ground in pursuit.
THUD.
