The Big Show Begins

Cloud Eagle Cliff.

"Screech!"

An incomparably piercing eagle cry rang out across the entire cliff.

Several hundred figures could be seen transforming a pair of Cloud Eagle wings behind their backs, then swiftly soaring into the air and darting toward the purple mist in the sky from every direction.

They were the Cloud Eagle Gladiators.

Thanks to the unique Cloud Eagle Totem, once the tribe's gladiators reached a certain level of cultivation, they could condense illusory wings and gain the ability to fly.

"Screech!"

Another eagle cry sounded.

More than a dozen figures with wings on their backs rose into the sky.

Their illusory wings were especially broad, with wingspans generally exceeding five meters. They flew exceptionally fast, able to cross dozens of meters with a single beat of their wings.

They were Totem Masters.

A large group of Totem Masters and gladiators formed a circular formation and charged fiercely toward the enemy.

At the center of the tribe.

Beside the Totem Pillar.

A burly man wearing an eagle-head crown stared fixedly at the sky, his expression somewhat uncertain. "Purple Blood Venerable One of the Red Eye Race?"

A lifelike illusory Cloud Eagle stood on the man's right shoulder, poking its head about as it observed the sky above.

This was a Totem Spirit.

Only Totem Pillars formed from animals, or Totem Pillars at the level of a Totem King, could produce Totem Spirits possessing spirituality and intelligence.

Recalling the recent rumors, the burly man muttered in a very low voice, "The Red Eye Race openly attacked Cloud Eagle City. Could there be some scheme behind this?"

"Chirp!"

The Totem Spirit cried out.

It was saying: I sense danger drawing near.

It was not hard to tell.

This creature seemed to possess a certain ability to foresee the future.

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