The howling wind swept past Mu Fan's ears as he hung in the sky, his eyes calm and indifferent.
It was as if he was not the one being hunted, but rather...
the Hunter!
The pain-stricken Migola winged beast's tail swirled violently, yet it failed to notice the figure of a young man hanging from it.
As the tail swung halfway and was about to whip back again, Mu Fan contracted his abdominal muscles and twisted his waist, leveraging this swing to launch himself upward.
The blood-free silver-white alloy long stick was simultaneously drawn by Mu Fan.
Now Mu Fan's entire figure was suspended in the air, and once he landed, he would undoubtedly shatter into pieces.
Now, with body and mind both tranquil, Mu Fan's focus on his target did not waver in the slightest.
A flash of silver-white streaked by, and the alloy long stick viciously stabbed into the back of the winged beast once more.
Mu Fan landed and looked up, and the winged beast finally felt something unusual on its back!