As Jiang Yun'er subconsciously leaned over and ducked toward Lin Feng's crotch, a streak of cyan light flashed past, hugging the observation deck's outer armor.
The flat, sharp tips of its limbs scraped against the railing's armor, sending up a shower of sparks just inches from the top of Jiang Yun'er's head.
Had she been half a second later, the blade-like limb would have decapitated her. She would have been beyond saving.
Of course, the Cyan-winged Zerg's attack pattern was to use the momentum from a high-speed dive, pull up close to the surface, and then execute a reaping attack in a straight, hook-shaped glide.
This prevented it from smashing its head into the ground and killing itself.
However, this added a delay to its attack preparation. Even though its instantaneous glide speed could approach the speed of sound, the one or two seconds it took to pull up gave its target time to react.
Especially since Lin Feng had been on guard the whole time.
