The Phoenix Feather Crow used every ounce of strength it had to charge toward where the beast tide had erupted, finally plunging into the tide before the Thorn Winged Birds could catch up and bite it.
Unfortunately, the flock of Thorn Winged Birds had locked onto the Phoenix Feather Crow's scent. Even after it rushed into the beast tide, they still chased and snapped at it relentlessly.
The Phoenix Feather Crow was frantic with anxiety, and regret rose in its heart.
Had it been in the vast open sky, it might have relied on its speed advantage to shake off those troublesome Thorn Winged Birds.
But now that it had plunged deep into the herd, it was instead hampered in many ways, already entangled by several Thorn Winged Birds.
The Thorn Winged Birds were small and slender, but their wings were covered in exceptionally sharp thorns. Being pricked by those thorns brought a numb, unpleasant sensation.
After being struck, the Phoenix Feather Crow felt pain course through its body, and even its wings became much heavier.
It did not dare let down its guard. While dodging the Thorn Winged Birds' feather-thorns, it searched for an opportunity to escape.
This laborious hunt made the Phoenix Feather Crow unable to stop itself from recalling the days when food had once been delivered right to its beak.
Unfortunately, its master had died too soon. Otherwise, why would it have needed to take such risks?
As it looked around in every direction, the Phoenix Feather Crow inadvertently glanced toward the center of the beast tide.
Just as it was about to withdraw its gaze, its eyes abruptly widened, and it looked again at that familiar figure.
G-Ghost cultivator?
The Phoenix Feather Crow froze, unaware that the Thorn Winged Birds behind it had already caught