The Viletusk began to fall downwards, watching helplessly as Yaya flew past from the side.
It flailed wildly, twisting its body in panic, but couldn't break free from the pull of gravity, plummeting downward with force.
The sensation of weightlessly plummeting down was an unprecedented experience for the Viletusk.
The remaining blood surged into the Viletusk's mind.
Its thoughts and consciousness became clearer and swifter than usual, yet it was powerless against the current predicament.
Its body convulsed uncontrollably, as if it had lost command over its own physique.
The usually gentle air became sharp-edged, crashing against and tearing at its wounds.
Soon, its downward speed reached a limit.
The downward pulling gravity and the resisting air had come to an equal balance.
Stuck at this extreme, the Viletusk suddenly felt an even larger pressure.
Yaya, who was waiting mid-air, released it upon its body.
Hence, it plummeted downward at an even faster speed.
