The moment Ryan snapped back to his senses, the Golden-Blood Polar Shadow Bird had already spread its wings and fled, not daring to look back even once.
Ryan immediately gave chase, activating Phantom Step with all his strength.
Fortunately, after unleashing that explosive speed yet again, the bird's condition deteriorated sharply. Its aura weakened further, its speed dropped drastically, and the brilliance of its golden wings faded to a dull sheen.
It looked utterly exhausted, like a fallen noble reduced to rags.
Clearly, each use of that life-saving burst drained it heavily.
And this gave Ryan his chance.
With the bird slowing and Ryan accelerating, the gap closed rapidly. Within a few breaths, Ryan caught up from behind.
He did not hesitate.
A final Wind Blade flashed forth.
The Golden-Blood Polar Shadow Bird, now too weak to dodge, could only let out a despairing cry as the blade sliced cleanly across its neck.
Its body went limp and fell from the sky.
