Roar.
The Winged Tiger landed with a roar aimed at the three of them, causing the horse behind them to panic and rear up.
Xiao Luobing turned pale with fright and instinctively hid behind Zi Yan.
Li Feng feigned calm, though he was splattered with the tiger's saliva, his gaze fixed on the strong man astride the Winged Tiger.
The man, sitting on the tiger's back, wore leather armor still marked with the scars of battle, the bloodstains in the crevices had long turned a dark purplish hue. Just as Zi Yan said, he was clearly a man who licked blood from the blade.
With thick eyebrows and piercing eyes, a claw mark ran down his left cheek, leaving one eye intact, a fierce expression on his face, and an aura of malevolence that seemed to pierce the sky.
At this moment, several figures rapidly approached from different directions. One stood atop a broken cliff, looking down from above, as his hawk swooped down and perched on his shoulder.
