Chapter 194: Protect Her!
Its pupils contracted into a thin line, fixedly staring at the girl protected at the back.
The wings suddenly flapped, causing the wind pressure to blow the grass leaves into the air.
There is a rumor in this wildland.
If the flesh and blood of a female Beastfolk is devoured, the beast can break through levels.
This Ravenfrost Hawk is determined to risk its life for a chance.
Wyatt Yardley hugged the person and leaped backwards fiercely.
His soles carved out two deep grooves in the muddy ground.
Without thinking much, he swung his arm, decisively tossing Seraphina Caldwell towards Isaac Vaughn.
"Guard her!"
As the words fell, he had already turned around, his back tense.
Isaac Vaughn had been focused, and seeing the person flying over, he immediately reached out to catch her, protecting her in his arms.
He retreated while surveying the terrain around him.
The barrier surface fluctuated slightly, enduring the pressure from the outside.
Even a slight contact could sense the intensity of spiritual power contained within.
It seemed that tiny energy particles were wandering around the barrier in the air.
At the instant the barrier formed, the Ravenfrost Hawk had slammed fiercely into it!
Its forehead collided directly with the barrier, making a sound like a metallic clashing.
With a dull thud, its head struck the barrier.
Its wings flapped a few times, nearly falling into the mud pit, obviously not expecting to be blocked.
Before the beast could steady itself, Evan Orwell had already unfolded a pair of silver bright wings, diving fiercely.
Spiritual power slammed into the Ravenfrost Hawk’s side, knocking it directly off balance.
He quickly retracted his wings, using the force to press down.
The spiritual power condensed into a tangible hammer strike, hitting again at the opponent’s shoulder blade.
The Ravenfrost Hawk emitted a painful howl, one wing showing obvious deformation.
Gideon Larkin rolled a low growl from his throat, his massive lion form suddenly leaping up.
The forelimbs with hooked claws locked fiercely into the base of the Ravenfrost Hawk’s wing.
As he landed, his whole body’s muscles tightened, pressing the forelimbs down forcefully.
Once the claws sank in, it was a mess of blood and flesh, feathers scattered.
Fresh blood continuously gushed from the torn skin, pooling into a small dark red puddle in the mud.
Kaelan Hawthorne wasn’t idle either, swiftly maneuvering to the back, taking a bite at the joint of its leg.
Teeth embedded deeply, holding firmly to prevent it from escaping into the air.
Struggling to kick its legs, the Ravenfrost Hawk was tightly restrained by her.
Wyatt Yardley had long transformed entirely into serpent form, his long tail like a whip, wrapping around the Ravenfrost Hawk’s neck.
Following this, the serpent’s head opened, fangs gleaming coldly, stabbing directly into the soft flesh of the opponent’s throat, both fierce and precise.
Toxins instantly invaded the bloodstream, quickly spreading through the circulatory system.
In just the blink of an eye, the eagle thrashed twice, its struggles gradually weakening.
Finally, it crashed into the mud, remaining motionless.
Only then did Isaac Vaughn retract the protective barrier, his movements slowing slightly.
This barrier was too exhausting; just bearing that one collision nearly drained him of half his energy.
His breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.
The spiritual power within him was nearly depleted.
He knew he couldn’t stop now; even persisting a moment longer could be crucial.
Seraphina Caldwell just wanted to ask if he could still hold on.
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky split open with a gaping hole, followed by another fierce screeching dive down.
More aggressive and piercing than the previous one!
The sound penetrated the eardrums, making one involuntarily cover their ears.
The airflow vibrated violently due to the high-speed dive.
Surrounding leaves quivered and fell, and the ground was stirred up with circles of dust.
Everyone immediately grew alert, looking up at the sky.
The second Ravenfrost Hawk arrived!
This one was larger, its wingspan nearly as wide as two beds, with strands of blood from some unlucky wild beast hanging from its mouth, diving down like a brownish lightning bolt.
Sharp talons glistened coldly under the sunlight.
"Dodge!"
Isaac Vaughn reacted swiftly, grabbing Seraphina Caldwell to roll behind a nearby tree, simultaneously flicking his fingers.
Two Spiritual Blades materialized in mid-air, targeting the Ravenfrost Hawk’s eyes.
He had no time to deliberate, relying solely on experience to choose the most effective attack method.
The eyes are the beast’s most vulnerable part; hitting them could force it to retreat.
That’s the beast’s most feared area; injuring it equals rendering it half useless.
But this creature was craftily evasive, its wings giving a sharp twitch, lifting its body a good half-foot diagonal.
Its movements were extremely agile, able to complete extreme directional changes in the air.
Isaac Vaughn didn’t have time to make another move.
The hawk already shifted direction, diving down with claws aiming for Seraphina Caldwell’s hood, its sharp teeth less than an inch from her hair.
The sound of air being torn was clearly audible, the chill compelling against the skin.
If this strike hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this critical moment, Evan Orwell dashed in.
Silver-white wings blocked the front, taking the hit head-on.
The sound of talons tearing through flesh and skin was distinct.
Blood splattered, feathers mixed with blood spots spread across the ground.
The wound was deep, blood flowing down the arm, but he didn’t let go.
"Evan!"
Seraphina Caldwell shouted out, her heart leaping into her throat.
She saw the opposing side’s shoulder garment torn, blood spreading quickly.
Evan Orwell gritted his teeth, not retreating, but instead endured the pain, recoiling his wings.
Wrapped around the hawk’s claw, he pulled down forcefully, attempting to drag it to the ground.
He knew that once he let go, the attack would fall back on Seraphina Caldwell.
At this moment, Wyatt Yardley shot like a cannonball towards the joint of the eagle’s wing!
He accelerated using the slope’s gradient, his body forming a straight line upon jumping.
The impact concentrated at one point, with a muffled crash.
With a faint crack, the bone broke.
The Ravenfrost Hawk screamed in agony, its remaining claw flailing wildly.
Its movements began to lose control, its sense of balance thoroughly disrupted.
The wings battered the air, emitting chaotic whistling, the body starting to tilt.
Gideon Larkin promptly collided up, using his shoulder to push Wyatt Yardley aside, meanwhile forcefully striking the eagle’s chest with his forepaw.
It was hit so hard it lost its balance, plunging straight down.
The strike was full-power, exploding with a dull sound as the palm hit the feathers.
The immense power sent the Ravenfrost Hawk tumbling, unable to maintain a flying posture anymore.
Kaelan Hawthorne instantly scrambled onto its back, biting ferociously at the vital spot behind the neck.
Claws tightly gripped the feathers, preventing it from taking flight.
Her teeth embedded into the flesh, firmly clamping down.
No matter how the opponent struggled, she wouldn’t let go.
The four limbs firmly pinned to the hawk’s back.
Isaac Vaughn also recovered, his fingertips gathering a thick Spiritual Blade, launching it steadily, hitting the Ravenfrost Hawk’s right eye!
The blade flashed like light, penetrating the eyeball deep into the skull.
This time it didn’t miss!
The eagle let out a pig-like scream, rolling madly in the mud, twisting furiously.
But its momentum had long faded; a few seconds later, it twitched twice, collapsing motionless on the ground.
Its limbs lost strength, its wings slumping.
Isaac Vaughn finally sighed with relief, his arms holding Seraphina Caldwell slightly trembling.
Using spiritual power at such high intensity twice in a row.
He already felt exhausted, his face visibly pale.
Breathing became rapid, fine beads of sweat scattered across his forehead.
He leaned against a protruding rock to stabilize himself.
The spiritual power consumption far exceeded expectations.
Even maintaining consciousness for a moment required immense willpower.
Wyatt Yardley walked up a few steps, first carefully checking that Seraphina Caldwell wasn’t hurt. Confirming nothing amiss, he then turned to observe Evan Orwell’s injury.
"How is it? Are you hurt?"
He squatted down, retrieving a clean cloth strip from his leather pouch, yet after seeing the wound’s condition, paused.
This type of wound wasn’t suited for handling in the usual way.