THUD.
Meatball picked itself up from the ground, its wings broken. Li Qinglian was doing a bit better, entangled in a struggle with the Heavenly Luo Million Paths Dog Deity.
When it came to flying, the two of them were indeed no match for the Heavenly Luo Million Paths Dog Deity, who was already quite adept. Naturally, they couldn't compete.
So, as soon as they took flight, they were thoroughly beaten, especially Meatball, which had rarely used its wings to fly. Infrequent use made its movements clumsy, naturally giving it no chance of winning.
Pei Jiang also looked grave. He recognized Li Qinglian as the leader of the Human Association. However, in his clashes with the Heavenly Luo Million Paths Dog Deity, Li Qinglian was consistently outmatched, narrowly evading each blow. Despite this, he sustained several injuries; while he dodged the major attacks, some of the wider, secondary attacks still found their mark.
"How many arrows are left?" Pei Jiang asked.
