Thorn Birdcage Traps the Flying Eagle

The Fire Flying Eagle Soul King was drawing his bow when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked down, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Those spikes were pointed directly at him.

"Go!"

Yao Zi gave a soft shout, and countless spikes shot into the sky, turning into a torrential downpour that blotted out the heavens as it descended upon the Fire Flying Eagle Soul King.

The Soul King's expression changed drastically. He immediately abandoned his attack and focused all his strength on defense.

"Feather Shield!"

He spread his wings to their limit. Countless flaming feathers fell from them, forming layer upon layer of airtight spherical shields around him.

The next instant, the rain of spikes collided with the feather shields.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—"

The dense impacts sounded like torrential rain beating against tin plate, unceasing and continuous. Every spike that struck the feather shields was burned to ashes by the flames. But there were simply too many spikes, packed so densely that they seemed endless.

The feather shields were visibly thinning.

The Soul King's face turned pale as he desperately circulated his Soul Power, trying to maintain the shields. Yet unease had already begun to rise in his heart. How could this little girl have such deep reserves of Soul Power?

Of course, he did not know that Yao Zi possessed a Wood Spirit Body. Her Soul Power had always been far more abundant than that of others at the same level.

And while he was focused on defending against the rain of spikes, Yao Zi had already quietly made a second preparation.

At the edge of the Arena, countless thorns rose soundlessly.

They clung to the edge of the Arena as they grew wildly upward at astonishing speed. The Soul King was hovering in midair, wholly