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Ma Zhibin and the others launched the third wave of swift assaults. However, by now, the fierce birds' formation had already scattered like a collapsing river of stars. Amid the interweaving of multicolored light, they only cut down a few scattered remnants, barely managing to take away a small wave of enemies.
The three waves of attacks linked together extremely well. The flock of flying beasts had been beaten somewhat senseless; as expected of Soul Douluos who had fought a hundred battles.
After three waves of blows, it was like great waves sifting sand. Those with weaker feathers and broken wings fell from the clouds one after another.
The remaining two or three thousand fierce birds all beat their wings and soared high, circling endlessly in the air, a faint, chilling Blood Fiend Qi seeping from between their plumes.
It was not hard to see that most of them were mid- to high-level flying soul beasts.
The Azure Feathered Eagle at their head was furious to the extreme. It suddenly beat its wings and rose high, whipping up a fierce gale, while three-foot cold gleams burst from its golden eyes.
It spoke in the human tongue and shouted sternly, "You slaughtered the sons of my mountain and even took my third brother's life. Today, I will make sure you all become white bones upon this lonely peak!"
Its voice was like thunder carrying ten thousand pounds of force, echoing through the valley for a long time.
Unfortunately, the soul masters did not take its roar to heart at all.
At this moment, how could they have the leisure to bother with this eagle's clamor?
Besides, their wills were as firm as bedrock. How could they be swayed or intimidated by this eagle's furious roar?
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