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The flying mantis remained calm, recalling the feeling of adjusting its center of gravity on the ice. It slightly adjusted the angle of its wings, changing from level flight to a slight dive, accelerating with the momentum of its descent, and narrowly gliding past the edge of that downdraft.

But crises followed one after another.

Ahead, a thick snow fog, whipped up by the gale, obscured the view. At the same time, several small, rapidly rotating cyclones were hidden within the snow fog!

Can't see it clearly, can't avoid it!

The flying mantis's eyes blinked rapidly, trying to catch the faint traces of air currents.

Instead of forcing its way through, it folded its wings and made a near-vertical stop in mid-air. Then, it flapped its left wing and rolled rapidly to the right like a spinning top!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two cyclones flew past its carapace, the resulting wind pressure making the carapace ache, and ice crystals crackled against its wings.

Danger lurked everywhere!

It had only flown less than 100 meters before it narrowly escaped loss of control and crashing several times.

On the other side of the river, Gu Beiri's heart was clenched tightly, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

The fluffy sheep forgot the cold and clung tightly to Gu Beiri's trouser leg, its beady eyes fixed on the green figure struggling in the raging air currents.

Old Hong remained expressionless, but his sharp eyes were fixed on every subtle movement of the flying mantis.

If Scyther does anything wrong, he can act quickly.

In mid-air, the flying mantis's flight path became incredibly unpredictable.

It no longer pursues a straight line, but is like a leaf in a gale, sometimes being thrown high into the sky, sometimes falling sharply, sometimes darting left and right, and sometimes hovering in place.

It uses its body, its pain, to remember and learn the language of this deadly airspace.

Gradually, its movements began to change.

Faced with strong oncoming winds, it no longer simply uses its wings to withstand them, but instead slightly turns its body and extends its sickle-like forelimbs, like the wave-breaking corner of a ship, to cut through the wind and reduce frontal resistance.

When encountering crosswinds, it adjusts the angle of its wings in advance, using the wind to glide and change direction slightly, thus conserving energy.

When faced with unavoidable turbulent currents, it learns to curl up or stretch its body in the instant before contact to reduce the impact area in the most reasonable posture, or to use the rotation inside the turbulence to accelerate through.

It flew more and more cunningly and slipperily, squeezing little by little into the gaps between the howling winds.

Although it was still thrilling and messy, the feeling of being out of control, as if I could be torn apart at any moment, was gradually diminishing.

Five hundred meters is a distance that would normally be covered in the blink of an eye, but at this moment it feels like an insurmountable chasm.

Nearly ten minutes had passed when Scyther finally broke through the last swirling cloud wall and landed shakily on the narrow, icy, and equally windswept platform of Eagle's Beak Rock opposite.

Its feet gripped the cracks in the rocks, its body swayed slightly in the gale, its wings drooped, its carapace was covered with white marks from frost and snow, its chest heaved violently, and each breath carried white mist.

But it succeeded! It flew over!

Without a moment's rest, it raised its right sickle, gathered its remaining strength, and slashed fiercely at the hard rock wall!

"Sizzle—"

Sparks flew, leaving a clear cut on the ancient rock.

The engraving is complete!

On Eagle's Beak Rock, the freshly carved mark stands out starkly against the backdrop of ice and snow.

Having completed the first step, Scyther did not pause.

The longer you stay, the more physical exertion you will expend, and the greater the danger of returning home will be.

It turned sharply, facing the raging airspace it had come from, and spread its wings again, ready to embark on its second life-or-death journey.

However, just as it was about to take flight, a deep-seated weariness, mixed with the stiffness brought on by the persistent low temperature, suddenly swept over its entire body like an icy tide.

The intense ice-surface staking work over the past few days has already taken a toll on physical and mental energy.

The brief few minutes it spent traversing the death zone had pushed its physical strength and willpower to the limit.

Every muscle was groaning under the strain, the wing joints ached, and even breathing felt like a burning pain in the lungs from the cold.

Even more deadly is the fact that the climate at the mountaintop is unpredictable.

Just as it was landing, a cold air mass from a higher altitude, with lower temperatures, clashed violently with the rising warm current from the valley below, causing the storm near Eagle's Beak Rock to intensify abruptly!

Whoosh—boom!!!

A massive cyclone, thicker and more chaotic than before, like an invisible dragon, suddenly crashed into Eagle Beak Rock from the side and below without warning!

The mantis's pupils contracted sharply, and it used its last bit of strength to try to dodge to the side, but its exhausted body reacted a beat too slowly.

"Bang!"

The edge of the cyclone slammed into its left side and wing!

"just--!!"

A sharp pain accompanied by a tremendous impact sent the Scyther into a numbing sensation on one side of its body, its balance completely shattered!

The entire elf was like a kite with a broken string, violently thrown away by this violent force, spinning and falling into the bottomless dark valley beside it!

"Scyther!!!"

On the opposite platform, Gu Beiri's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted hoarsely. He instinctively tried to rush forward, but was held down tightly by Old Hong beside him.

"Don't move! Are you looking for death! I'm here!" Old Hong's voice was deep and iron-like, and his hand pressing down on Gu Beiri's shoulder was like an iron clamp.

Gu Beiri struggled, his eyes fixed on the green dot of light that was falling rapidly and being swallowed by the swirling snow mist in the blink of an eye. His heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an icy hand, and it almost stopped beating.

"Rose!"

The fluffy sheep cried out in terror, its body crackling with electric arcs, but it was powerless to do anything about it.

Old Hong's face remained as calm as ever.

Immediately, his right hand reached out with lightning speed to a well-worn Poké Ball at his waist, which exuded an ancient charm.

There were no superfluous movements, no impassioned shouts.

With a flick of his wrist, the Poké Ball traced a simple arc and opened amidst the raging blizzard.

"Eh-!!!"

A cry of an eagle, piercing through the air and seemingly capable of splitting rocks, suddenly rang out, instantly drowning out all the howling winds and snowstorms in the valley!

Before the red light had dissipated, a huge and agile figure soared into the sky!

It was a Pidgeot! But it was quite different from a typical Pidgeot.

It is much larger in size, with an amazing wingspan. Its feathers are not the common brown and white, but rather a dark gold and grayish-white color that has weathered the wind and snow, appearing thick and textured.

Especially the collar feathers around its neck, fluffy and flamboyant, standing upright in the gale, like a king's cloak.

What is most striking is its gaze—sharp, calm, and disdainful, as if the raging storm that could pulverize an ordinary elf is nothing more than a gentle breeze.

The moment it appeared, an invisible force field seemed to naturally form around it, causing the chaotic snowflakes to automatically swerve around it, and the violent air currents to become docile.

It hovered above Old Man Hong, its wings slightly adjusted, yet it remained as steady as a rock, as if the power of heaven and earth were nothing to it!

"Old man, go and get that kid back." Old Hong looked up, his voice not loud, but filled with unquestionable trust.

Pidgeot glanced down at Old Hong, a hint of human understanding flashing in its sharp eyes.

It didn't make any sound, it just flapped its wings gently.

"boom!"

There was no earth-shattering fanfare.

But the next moment, its figure transformed into a blurry golden-gray lightning bolt, tearing through the wind and snow, and with a speed far exceeding the previous limit of the flying mantis, it plummeted straight down towards the direction from which it was falling into the deep valley!