At this moment, any danger, any death.
Chen Shouyi seemed to have already forgotten.
He watched as the other bent its body, stretched its neck, legs unstraightened, moving awkwardly and comically, charging towards him.
Death was right in front of him.
In the next instant, his mind cleared completely.
Everything around him truly became silent.
His eardrums had already shattered in the sound waves, leaving him completely deaf.
His body was rapidly expanding, and as the other drew near, he could even clearly see the peculiar black-gold patterns on the sharp bird beak, and the surface airflow violently turbulent.
At the critical moment between life and death, a sudden inspiration struck Chen Shouyi. He reached out, and the airflow around his hand instantly solidified. Then his hand lifted upwards, his body landing at the same time, his toes kicked off the ground, and rather than retreating, he propelled towards the giant bird.
