The Thunderclap Bird should have completely overwhelmed the Stone Helmet Spirit.
But its old injuries were too severe. Only a trace of energy remained in its body, and even its most prized wings had been left crippled after a fierce battle some time ago.
Forget flying—even walking was difficult.
The Stone Helmet Spirit had old injuries as well, but they were nowhere near as serious as the Thunderclap Bird's.
Most importantly, it could disappear and widen the distance between them, while the Thunderclap Bird could only remain where it was and use lightning to attack and defend.
As the two clashed, the Stone Helmet Spirit actually seemed to have the upper hand.
For who knew how many times, purple light shone from the Stone Helmet Spirit's round eyes. The black ground became like an abyss, dragging the Thunderclap Bird into it.
The Black Night Spirit Food skill was simply impossible for the current Thunderclap Bird to avoid.
For the third time, the Thunderclap Bird was swallowed by the black ground.
"Stone Helmet~"
Whenever the Thunderclap Bird was hit by Black Night Spirit Food, the Stone Helmet Spirit would let out a strange cry as if it had taken some kind of drug.
When the Thunderclap Bird emerged from the ground again, its feathers had become even duller, as though they had wilted.
"Thunderclap."
The Thunderclap Bird looked up at the Stone Helmet Spirit with resentment.
If it had not fought its way through the encirclement and taken so much damage back then, how could the Stone Helmet Spirit possibly be riding roughshod over it now?
They were all a bunch of people who talked a good game, going on about reaching the pinnacle of bird life.
And what had happened?
After leaving the mountains, it had to fight every day.