Han Feng patted the Iron-Feathered Vulture beneath him.
Every feather on the massive creature's body stood on end.
A strange, rumbling sound emanated from its throat, filled with an animal's most primal fear.
It was trembling, completely deaf to any command.
The world around them plunged into an eerie silence.
The sounds of wind and insects vanished completely.
"Snap out of it!"
Han Feng's Divine Sense instantly converged into a needle.
There were no fancy techniques—just a brute-force application of Spiritual Power.
He jabbed it ruthlessly into the core of the Iron-Feathered Vulture's mind.
The Iron-Feathered Vulture's massive body went rigid.
Fear of a superior being finally overwhelmed its panic about its unfamiliar surroundings.
It quieted down, lying prone on the ground and not daring to move a muscle.
Han Feng moved swiftly, pulling a high-strength tactical rope from the side of his pack.
"No time to explain! Everyone, hook in!"
