Then, from the high sky, Yan Fei gently swooped down, vigorously flapping his wings. Clearly, the wings were supposed to be those of a giant bird, comparable to an eagle, yet they whipped through the air at a speed akin to a hummingbird.
Even with the help of gravity, the sense of constraint was omnipresent.
This feeling was as awkward as could be, and luckily, Boss Yan had enough perseverance, along with a sufficiently fierce and strong heart.
Push, accelerate, push, accelerate, and accelerate again!
Bang!
A sound came, as if it was a rumble, yet also like some balloon exploding.
The feeling of restraint was instantly broken, but what followed immediately was a moment of bodily uncontrollability, as if swimming peacefully in the ocean when suddenly caught in a chaotic current. However, the little black bird monster didn't care much about this; after all, no matter the turbulence, it was no big deal for him.
