Han Sen did not have time to argue with Wang Dongling. He summoned his mutant three-eyed beast and said to Wang Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, let's go."
Han Sen had seen the horror of the sacred-blood fox king. These black-feathered beasts might have a king like the fox king. The appearance of the black-feathered beasts made Han Sen feel very bad. Since he had taken Wang Mengmeng out, he had to be responsible for her safety, not to mention that Wang Mengmeng trusted him so much.
Wang Mengmeng summoned her white bear and followed Han Sen. She turned around and said to Huangfu Pingqing, "Sister Pingqing, let's go together."
Huangfu Pingqing nodded and summoned her own mount. She jumped on it and followed behind Wang Mengmeng and the others.
Wang Dongling had no choice but to summon his own mount to follow them, but he kept muttering, "Just a few black-feathered beasts. What is there to be afraid of?"
Han Sen did not pay attention to him at all. He kept running with Wang Mengmeng, looking around from time to time.
Except for Wang Dongling, Han Sen and the other two were running in silence. After running for less than half an hour, the sky suddenly darkened.
In broad daylight, in the Gobi Desert, they could not see the sun. The black-feathered beasts in the sky were like a swarm of bats, rolling toward them from the sky.
The group of black-feathered beasts this time was much more numerous than the last time they saw them. There were probably more than ten thousand of them. Among them, they could faintly see many mutated black-feathered beasts with iron-like wings. The number was extremely shocking.
Among the many black-feathered beasts, there was a three-meter-long, blood-red monster ape with a wingspan of more than 20 meters. It was spontaneously letting out a chilling roar.
Amidst its roar, the horde of black-feathered beasts was like a group of battle-hardened soldiers. They lined up in neat rows and charged towards Han Sen and his companions. They were not afraid of death, and they tried to bite and tear at their bodies.
"Sacred-blood black-feathered beasts!" Huangfu Pingqing's face changed.
Wang Dongling's face also darkened. Without saying a word, he summoned his beast soul armor and a pair of white wings. Holding a pair of beast soul knives in his hands, he rushed toward the black-feathered beasts. It seemed that he wanted to kill the sacred-blood black-feathered beast first.
But Han Sen didn't say anything. He put away his mutant three-eyed beast and jumped onto the back of Wang Mengmeng's white bear. He shouted, "Mengmeng, go to the cliff in the southeast."
Without saying anything, Wang Mengmeng rode the white bear and ran there at full speed. Han Sen stood on the back of the white bear and summoned the horn bow and mutant black stinger arrow. He shot the bow at the black-feathered beast that was falling from the sky.
Huangfu Pingqing did not expect Han Sen to be so decisive. Glancing at Wang Dongling who was rushing into the black-feathered beasts, she gritted her teeth and followed Han Sen and Wang Mengmeng. At the same time, she summoned her bow and arrows and turned back to shoot at the black-feathered beasts from time to time.
Her archery skills were indeed impressive, and she had more than one beast soul arrow with her. While she was running, she was able to use the Seven Stars in Rapid Succession technique and shoot out seven beast soul arrows at the same time, killing seven black-feathered beasts that were closest to her at once.
Han Sen did not care too much.
Whenever a black-feathered beast approached them, he would pick up the bow and hit it.
His genes were very strong now, and his strength was even stronger.
Although the bow was not a real melee weapon, it was still a sacred-blood weapon.
With Han Sen's strength, a large group of black-feathered beasts were smashed away.
The ferocious group of black-feathered beasts could not get close to the white bear at all.
Huangfu Pingqing's mount was very fast. Following beside the white bear, she was well protected. At least she did not have to worry about black-feathered beasts coming from Han Sen's side, which made it much easier for her to deal with the black-feathered beasts.
Wang Dongling regretted after he rushed into the group of black-feathered beasts. There were too many black-feathered beasts in the sky. Groups of mutant black-feathered beasts surrounded him, giving him no chance to reach the sacred-blood black-feathered beast. Not only could he not reach it, but he was also surrounded in the sky, which put him in great danger.
Although he was trying his best to kill the black-feathered beasts with his dual swords, he could not stop the black-feathered beasts from all directions. Carelessly, a mutant black-feathered beast hugged his leg from below and bit his leg that was not protected by armor.
"Ah!"
Wang Dongling screamed and kicked the black-feathered beast away. Then he turned around and tried to escape.
But how could the group of mutant black-feathered beasts let him go so easily? They flapped their iron wings and bit at him. Wang Dongling was suddenly caught in a difficult battle. For a time, danger surrounded him. Soon, many wounds appeared on his body, and blood kept flowing out.
At this time, Han Sen and Wang Mengmeng had rushed to the side of the cliff, which was more than 20 meters high and looked like a yellow cake standing on the sandy ground.
"Those bastards are flying too fast. We can't escape. Let's fight to the death here."
At a corner of the cliff, Han Sen jumped off the back of the white bear with Wang Mengmeng in his arms. Leaning against the cliff to protect Wang Mengmeng, he summoned a black Zhanmadao and hacked at the black-feathered beast in front of him.
This was one of the two mutant beast souls he got from Gu Ming. It was called the Berserk Beast, and it came in handy at this time. In such a battle, this kind of Zhanmadao was far more useful than ordinary light weapons such as swords and knives.
Huangfu Pingqing also jumped off her mount and ran to Han Sen's side. She summoned a pair of daggers to fight against the black-feathered beasts. She knew that the three of them had a chance to survive, but she would not be able to fight her way out alone.
However, even with the cliff behind them, Huangfu Pingqing still felt scared under the attack of the black-feathered beasts. She regretted that she took the risk alone. Although Wang Dongcheng was strong, he was too brainless to be of any help.
"Ah!"
Wang Dongling's screams came from afar. It seemed that the situation was not good. At the same time, Han Sen's heart sank.
However, they didn't have the energy to think about that right now. Just the tide of black-feathered beasts in front of them was enough to overwhelm them.
Blood splattered everywhere and soon dyed the nearby rocks and sand red. A large number of black-feathered beast corpses almost buried the three of them. The space they had to move around was getting smaller and smaller, and they were unable to use their hands and feet freely.
Boom!
Suddenly, a bloody body fell from the sky and landed in front of Han Sen and his companions. It was a headless body, which obviously belonged to Wang Dongling.
In the sky, the strange sacred-blood black-feathered beast king was holding Wang Dongling's head in its hand and laughing at them.
Huangfu Pingqing felt a chill in her heart and her face darkened. She felt that they were doomed this time.