Just as Lin Yang watched the situation develop, Little White had had enough.
After a swift glide of about thirty meters, it adjusted its flying posture in mid-air and, without any hesitation, dove towards the Wolf Weasel.
The velocity of the dive, enhanced by the height of several dozen meters, was actually quite astonishing.
Little White, like a silver lightning bolt, skimmed extremely low over the Wolf Weasel, delivering a fierce kick.
The Wolf Weasel might appear to be a formidable combatant, but its reflexes were not as swift as those of a feline; Little White's initial dive attack caught it off guard, and it was too slow to respond, getting a solid kick to the spine without managing a counterattack.
Seeing this, Lin Yang's tense heart relaxed a bit.
"Guys, Little White is planning to beat up the Wolf Weasel too. I think it lacks agility and poses no danger to Little White. Let's let Little White show off a bit and see if it can take down this guy," he said.
