The Golden-Winged Roc!
A cold gleam shot from its eyes, and an icy killing intent pierced out.
Then its wings fanned, and countless feathers transformed into golden feather-swords!
They fell like rain, scattering downward.
The opponent had nowhere to dodge, because the White Tiger had already clamped its jaws firmly onto his shoulder.
The situation was unfavorable in the extreme, but he still would not sit and wait for death.
A trace of viciousness surfaced on his face. His two heads blurred for a moment, and actually swapped positions again.
Then that Demon Ghost-like head rolled its eyes back and opened its bloody maw wide. Rings of black sound waves surfaced at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Afterward, they condensed into shield after shield, so many that it made one stare tongue-tied, wrapping him from head to toe in layer after layer of protection.
Yet in the next instant, a ripping sound entered the ear. Those shields that seemed anything but ordinary were actually like tofu, vanishing like ice melting and tiles shattering in the blink of an eye.
The Golden-Winged Roc's attacks possessed the effect of breaking defenses. How could ordinary treasures possibly block them? A Xiantian Spirit Treasure might be another matter.
The Immortal Sword had already arrived close by. With nothing obstructing it anymore, it hacked horizontally and chopped vertically.
Blossom after blossom of blood appeared in sight.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed. How could he give up such a good chance?
His hands kept sending out spell seals, and another True Spirit pounced forward.
No—that was not one, but two, attacking from left and right!
On the left was the Golden Crow, controlling golden raging fire; on the right, the flames were violet-red.
If they were true Golden Crow and Vermilion Bird, naturally it would