Blood sprayed, flesh fell off...
Mo Jin wielded two riding spears furiously, enveloping the blood-colored bird, ensuring it couldn't escape his attack.
In just 15 seconds, the ambushing blood-colored bird fell from the sky like a goose with broken wings.
With a "thud," it crashed onto the rooftop, barely alive and close to death.
"Tweet..."
Just as Mo Qingchen was about to approach to investigate the creature, a bird call emitted from the mouth of the dying blood-colored bird.
The sound was ear-piercing, extremely unpleasant, and echoed far away.
"Damn! Jin Jin, kill it quickly!"
The cry of a dying bird, it's trying to summon its flock!
Without hesitation, Mo Jin thrust his spear directly into the blood-colored bird's mouth, silencing its call.
However, Mo Qingchen's expression turned exceedingly grave, as the mecha's audio capture system picked up the sound of wings flapping.
"Damn, we need to retreat to the stairwell!"
