Soulbound Destiny

Chapter 31: The Eagle’s Screech

Feng Tianyu’s palm pulsed with spiritual energy, his killing intent sharp and unyielding. The glow wasn’t dazzling, yet it carried a terrifying aura of destruction, locked unwaveringly on Gene.

“This time… no one will come to interrupt,” Feng Tianyu’s voice was cold as iron. Gone were the jealousy and anger of before—only pure, task-driven cruelty remained.

Gene pressed against the cold boulder, with nowhere to retreat. The shadow of death had never felt so tangible. He gripped his longsword, knuckles white from the effort. He knew he was outmatched, yet he would not die passively.

Just as Feng Tianyu’s strike was about to erupt—

“Shriek—!!!”

Another piercing, warning-filled eagle cry tore through the sky, sharper, faster, and closer than before!

Feng Tianyu froze mid-motion, snapping his head skyward. His expression instantly darkened!

High above, there was not only his blue-glowing giant eagle. Another, slightly smaller but pure white and majestic, dove at incredible speed, aiming straight for his mount!

The two giant eagles clearly knew each other, but their interaction was far from friendly. The white eagle let out an aggressive screech, claws extended, ready to strike! The blue eagle flapped fiercely to counter, and the air filled with the sharp cries of raptors and the muffled thudding of wingbeats!

“Damn it!” Feng Tianyu cursed, his focus instantly diverted by the aerial clash. He clearly hadn’t expected to encounter this white eagle—and its rider—at this moment.

This lightning-fast turn of events gave Gene a fleeting chance.

He didn’t know who the newcomer was, but instinct screamed: this was his only opportunity! Survival instinct surged above all else. He lunged sideways—not toward Feng Tianyu, but at the bandits, who were momentarily stunned by the chaos in the sky.

“Stop him!” Feng Tianyu shouted, noticing Gene’s movement. Yet he had to divide his attention to control his eagle, unable to pursue immediately.

The bandits recovered and swung their weapons to block him.

Like a frenzied tiger, Gene paid no heed to the swinging swords and blades. He surged in a single direction, swinging his longsword recklessly, a strategy of sheer desperation. One bandit, intimidated by Gene’s wild, unrelenting aura, reacted too slowly and was shoved aside, leaving a narrow opening.

“Move!” Gene roared, breaking through the encirclement, sprinting headlong into the dark wilderness, never looking back.

Behind him rang the clashing of steel, the bandits’ furious shouts, Feng Tianyu’s commanding voice, and the intensifying cries of the eagles above. But Gene didn’t care. There was only one thought—run! Escape! Far away from this place!