Seeing his companion die so quickly, Shi Po was scared out of his wits. He had fought them before; back then, they had been three against one, and he had suffered only minor injuries. Coupled with the cold flame he had cultivated for many years, he had dared to join the Azure Giant Eagle, a Nascent Soul Early Stage opponent, in pursuing Wang Changsheng and the others.
The Demon Race possessed powerful physical bodies. The usual tactic of avian demons was to use Wind Tunneling, attacking cultivators with claws comparable to magic treasures, or relying on their nimble forms to cast wind-element spells. Even if cultivators were on guard, they still could not defend against demon birds that came and went like ghosts.
The Azure Giant Eagle had launched a close-range attack on Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, yet in less than five breaths, it had become a corpse. How could Shi Po not be afraid?
The blue firebird collided with a wave of Blue Sound Wave. The Blue Sound Wave froze at a visible rate, then shattered into fragments.
With a flash of red light, a palm-sized Red Small Tripod abruptly appeared above the blue firebird and sprayed out a swath of red rosy clouds. However, the blue firebird was extremely fast. With a flap of its wings, it dodged the red rosy clouds.
The blue firebird spread its wings and flew back toward Shi Po.
The white ice mountain had also reached Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. The calm seawater suddenly exploded, sending waves over a hundred zhang high surging upward as a low buzzing hum rang through the air.
The waves blurred and transformed into a giant hand that held up the heavens, which fiercely slapped toward the white ice mountain.
The white ice mountain lit up