Mowgli is falling rapidly, faster and faster.

He still clung to the badly injured goshawk, and the palm of his hand against the eagle's head never let go.

This goshawk was fingered by Yin Jiao, and there was an extra blood hole in his chest, and blood gushed out, but he was not dead, his consciousness was still there, his life was still there, although it was not long.

Countless fang-like boulders passed in front of him, and Wuji had already heard the sound of rushing water, and even felt that the pressure of the air rushing to his face was rapidly increasing, and the wind in his ears was whirring, becoming more and more sharp. He knew he was getting closer to the bottom.

Above his head, there were five black dots that were rapidly approaching, and in addition, there was an afterimage, approaching him at an unimaginable speed, and in a leap, several finger winds that were a few points stronger than Lin Ziyue's feather arrows shot one after another, and shot several holes in the goshawk's body.

The goshawk's consciousness quickly dimmed, and finally disappeared without a trace, and its body also turned into a human form in an instant.

Wuji withdrew his needle, but he didn't let go, he ignored Yin Jiao and the Eagle Servant who were getting closer and closer behind him, concentrated all his energy, and stared at the water that was getting closer and closer. At the moment when he was less than five feet above the ground and was about to enter the water, he turned around with all his strength and vigorously threw out the corpse of the eagle servant in his hand.

The corpse of the eagle servant entered the water, stirring up a column of water that soared into the sky, covering Wuji's figure and slowing down the speed of Wuji's descent.

Mowgli closed his mouth and held his breath,