Irina was caught and brought to the ground. She then immediately crawled to Muir, who wasn’t far off, pushing his heavy body anxiously.

“Muir, how are you?”

In the rain, Irina’s small face turned increasingly pale, and not a hint of blood could be seen on it. When she saw that the eagle beastman wasn’t moving at all, the hint of joy that had just rose in her heart dissipated.

Her fair hands trembled as she pressed it on the chest of the eagle beastman whose feathers were a little burned. She could almost not sense any movements under her palm.

She pressed down hard in disbelief, then finally sensed...