Bang!
Ah!!
Thud!
Aoo!!
Right after that, the Corpse Burning Room filled with the howls of beasts.
More than a dozen breaths later, Ma Fei's voice rang out:
"Watch my final blow!"
Smack!
"He's down, hahaha!"
Inside the room, the slightly winded Lamborghini and Little Sable looked at the dancing Ma Fei, then at the corpse sprawled on the ground, and could not help rolling their eyes.
From beginning to end, aside from loudly calling for them to attack, this bird had not put in a shred of effort.
It was not until Ao Zuling had been slapped unconscious by Little Sable's claw and dropped to his knees that it rushed up and smacked him with a stool, then called that its final blow.
As if it would have made any difference whether it did or not.
But neither Little Sable nor Lamborghini wanted to argue with it.
That bastard bird was just like that—at every moment, it had a knack for making people want to smack it.
As for Old Ape, it was still shaken with lingering fear and had no time to pay attention to the bastard bird.
Among the four beasts, it was the weakest. During the fight, Ao Zuling had squeezed out the last remnants of a Dao Palace Realm expert's might and nearly shaved off its head. Luckily, it had tucked its neck in fast enough.
Even so, a patch of its scalp had still been shaved bald.
Creak—
Just then, the doors of the Corpse Burning Room opened, and Wang Tie Zhu rushed in in a flurry. Seeing Ao Zuling already down, delight appeared on his face. "This... the fight's over?"
Then he looked at the beasts and asked, "Is everyone all right?"
"We nearly weren't."
With a bang, Lamborghini set down the