The sky was dark, wind and thunder rolled, and killing intent surged!
Bai Yujun believed that those with wings on their backs, even golden wings, were not necessarily angels. They were more likely a pack of demons. The Golden-Winged Great Peng's golden wings were the most conspicuous, while the seven demon commanders had gray, white, and black wings—human bodies, eagle heads, and wings.
The gale howled as the Golden-Winged Great Peng's expression darkened.
"Will you give up? I do not wish to kill you with my own hands. Leave. Return to the Southern Wasteland, and never come to the Central Plains again."
Perhaps it was guilt, or perhaps it truly could not bring itself to strike at the Eagle Demon clan. The Golden-Winged Great Peng did not attack at once, instead hoping that its seven kin would leave of their own accord. No one knew what it truly thought. This battle had been lost from the moment they abandoned the Southern Wasteland centuries ago. They had gained resources, but lost their honor.
The response was an eagle cry that pierced the heavens!
"Keew~!"
The duel began. Seven blindingly swift shadows pounced upon the Golden-Winged Great Peng from every direction!
Standing in the center, the Golden-Winged Great Peng blocked attacks from every direction at incredible speed. It did not strike back at once, merely defending and giving up opportunities to attack. The gap between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Deity Transformation Stage was too vast; it handled them with ease.
Bai Yujun would not take advantage of the chance to launch a sneak attack. This was a battle of honor, and also the rule among many beasts.
For instance, when a wolf pack's leader, the Wolf King, faced a challenge, he had to accept a one-on-one duel. The other wolves