As the biting wind howled toward them, Jin Ling immediately pulled Qiao Xixi and the cubs into his embrace.
Yet even so, Qiao Xixi's exposed eyes stung from the gale. The cold was agonizing, feeling like sharp ice needles piercing straight into her bones.
Qiao Yi's deep voice rang out through the icy wind. "The wind is too strong, making it hard to sit steady. Tie the cubs to yourselves."
Hearing this, Qiao Xixi quickly took out leather strips and handed them to Sunxiao and the others.
Only after all the cubs were securely tied to their respective fathers did the males of the Phoenix Wing Clan attempt to take flight.
The piercing wind slashed at them like knives. Qiao Xixi clutched the feathers tightly, terrified of being blown away.
Qiao Yi flew to the front of the formation, using his beast soul power to block the fierce headwinds, while Sunxuan took the rear to shield them from the cold blasts hitting their backs.
