The Black Vulture's sharp eyes reflected a cold glint. It stared intently at Wen Qingye, circling endlessly in the sky as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Wen Qingye saw his chance and quickly moved toward the dark forest in the distance. If he could take cover in the gloomy woods, the Black Vulture would be severely hindered.
The Black Vulture, realizing Wen Qingye was trying to escape, began to descend, swooping low before thrusting its talons downward.
Wen Qingye felt a sharp gale approaching from behind and knew he was in trouble. Without a moment's hesitation, he drew the Cyan Mist Sword, gripped the hilt with both hands, and swung it fiercely behind him.
"BANG!"
A powerful gust of wind erupted from the point of impact between Wen Qingye and the Black Vulture.
The Cyan Mist Sword clashed with the Black Vulture's sharp talons. Wen Qingye immediately felt a tremendous force surge through his arms, sending him flying back dozens of meters.
