The Blood Winged Ghost Bird soared into the sky, its hundred-zhang blood-colored wings beating as they scattered blade-sharp bloody light, carving countless fissures into the void.
Its lantern-like eyes gleamed with savage light. Its body blocked the path ahead like an impassable heavenly chasm, chilling all who saw it.
On the other side, the Qiongqi, its entire body bathed in black flames and shaped like a colossal tiger, exuded an even more terrifying aura.
It moved without a sound, yet its might blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
Even among the demonic beasts of the First Battlefield, such two peerless fiends stood among the most apex predators!
The Yellow Robe Middle-Aged Man and the others were terrified, their calves trembling.
They had already been wounded while hunting that Azure Flame Sky Python and had expended a great deal of their cultivation.
Now, facing such a situation, their hearts sank to the bottom.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Even a single Blood Winged Ghost Bird could easily slaughter Ascension by Rosy Clouds Realm cultivators like them.
Not to mention that there was an even more terrifying Qiongqi behind it!
"Later, I'll clear a path and strive to win you a sliver of hope for survival. When the time comes, take that fellow Daoist from the Eastern Profound Region and flee!"
The Yellow Robe Middle-Aged Man took a deep breath and spoke in a grave voice.
Everyone felt heavy-hearted. Who could have imagined that, just as they were about to leave the Blood Demon Swamp, they would encounter such a dreadful killing calamity?
"Brother Ling, we all swore an oath to live and die together, advance and retreat together! You aren't afraid of death, so how could we be? Let's fight!"
The thin and wiry man in black