Carl looked up to see that the king-level Wind Roaring Beast was right above them. A terrible pressure weighed on them and made it almost impossible for them to breathe.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then put on a seemingly confident smile. He kept his fingers firmly around the neck of the young Wind Roaring Beast and slowly tightened his grip around its neck, essentially issuing a silent threat to the older beast.
The younger beast could see that its end was nigh and it began to wail miserably in fear. It struggled to look up at the king-level Wind Roaring Beast in the sky with a pleading look in its eye.
The king-level Wind Roaring Beast had a murderous look in its eye and it could have turned Carl into mush with just one blow if it wanted to. However, it did not do anyt
