Seeing Mo Qiong approaching with Gabry in hand and riding a sword, Aton's expression darkened.
"Are you useless? To let humans humiliate you like this?" Aton cursed.
Gabry remained silent, allowing Mo Qiong to pluck out his wings.
He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.
Adams asked in surprise, "You beat him into submission?"
Mo Qiong replied telepathically, "No. I merely made a deal with him."
Gabry had decided to sit back and watch Aton deal with the humans.
He flew nearly a hundred kilometers before catching up with the two pieces of Best Metal Mo Qiong had thrown out.
Then he silently stayed in the distance, watching the battlefield with Mental Power and showing no intention of returning.
Yet Mo Qiong went away and came back, appearing right beside him.
Gabry was speechless. He did not want to waste his energy. This was precisely the time to let Aton expend his strength while preserving his own.
His strength was not weak. Back then, he had been one of the two most powerful Feather Gods.
Unfortunately, he was poor, and only a fraction of his combat power remained.
But how could Mo Qiong let him escape when he was in dire need of wings?
Thus, the two made a deal. Mo Qiong would send him out, while Gabry would let Mo Qiong pluck out his wings—at least a million pairs.
"Is that enough? This basket is full!" Gabry's glowing orb flickered as he spoke.
"All right, all right."
Mo Qiong actually wanted to pluck out more, but the battle did not leave him enough time.
He was just about to fling Gabry away when Gabry flashed and descended out of nowhere above Jiang Long's spirit essence. Then the two suddenly merged.
"Ugh!" Jiang Long groaned, feeling an immense