Suddenly, a pain in the falcon's wings came.

He hurriedly took a few steps back and looked at where the pain was coming from.

At this moment, a piece of flesh was suddenly stripped off of his wings.

It's like being attacked by the air.

Nothing was visible in front of the falcon's eyes.

At this time, a red light flashed.

No, it's not that there is nothing to do.

The falcon squinted and looked ahead.

I saw a very thin silk thread in front of me.

If it weren't for his own blood staining it red, he might not have seen it.

Since this thing is arranged in the air, then I am afraid that it is not just such a place.

In an instant, the falcon felt that the air was full of such threads.

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