As if in a dream, the situation had reversed in an instant.
Fortune leaned on disaster; even Lin Xuan had not expected such a change, but in his heart, he was naturally overjoyed.
Heaven truly had treated him well. Little Fur Ball actually had such strength...
Although the phoenix before him still could not compare with a true True Spirit, it already possessed a few traces of the King of Hundred Birds' majesty.
Another moment passed, and the situation grew even clearer. The Thunder Roc Soul had already been tightly bound by burning chains, tied up hand and foot, unable to move in the slightest.
A sharp bird cry entered his ears. Naturally, the Thunder Roc was unwilling to sit still and be captured, yet no matter how it exhausted every trick it had, it was useless.
At this point in the battle of spells, there was no suspense left at all. Victory and defeat had already been decided.
Little Fur Ball was too strong!
Lin Xuan did nothing and continued to watch coldly from the side.
Phoenix Cry Nine Heavens. The foot-long phoenix circled slightly, then flapped its two wings. Spiritual light dazzled the eye, and a great expanse of fiery-red radiance appeared with it, rolling toward the front.
The pitiful Thunder Roc Soul had already been imprisoned. At this moment, it was simply a tiger fallen into misfortune, unable to move in the slightest, with no path but to endure adversity obediently as that beautiful radiance wrapped around it.
Afterward, an unbelievable scene occurred.
Although that radiance was dazzling, it was semitransparent, so the scene of the Thunder Roc inside could still be seen with perfect clarity. It shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It had clearly been a colossal creature with a wingspan