"This... what is this? A fire spirit? No, absolutely not. How could there be such a gigantic fire spirit?"
Gazing at the gigantic bird-shaped object several hundred zhang away, Qin Fengming suddenly stopped in midair, astonishment flashing in his eyes.
In the distance, a gigantic cyan bird-shaped object floated in the searing magma.
This gigantic bird-shaped object was two or three zhang tall, its entire body a deep green, its feathers gleaming, and its slender, elongated beak shimmering with brilliant cyan light. Its neck was like a thick demonic python, several feet long. Its wingspan was enormous, reaching four or five zhang. Its legs were thick and powerful, its talons razor-sharp, and an intimidating, ghostly light flickered from them.
The gigantic bird floated in the magma, its entire body wrapped in a layer of green flames. Its eyes were closed, as though it were absorbing the essence within the magma.
Just as Qin Fengming hovered in place and extended his divine sense to investigate, the gigantic bird's closed eyes suddenly snapped open. Its head turned, and two terrifying, soul-seizing gazes abruptly fixed on the place where he stood.
It was as though the searing magma all around them did not exist; it directly locked onto him with its gaze.
"Qingniao! This is the Spirit Bird Qingniao!" When the gigantic bird slowly turned to face Qin Fengming directly, a roar suddenly thundered through his mind, and he cried out in shock as the incantation within his body surged into motion.
Although only he himself could hear the cry, it was filled with terror.
Any existence that could make Qin Fengming reveal terror was clearly frighteningly powerful.
Qingniao was a demonic bird born in the age of primordial desolation.
In that era, Heaven and Earth were wild and untamed, and fierce birds