The Deadly "White-Headed Weng" (Bonus Chapter)

Hua Qiang and Huo Cangliang also came out of the room and stood on the deck of the Cloud Boat.

When the disciples saw their heart bones appear, their previous fear and dread lessened considerably. They stared intently at the two, wondering what kind of response they had.

After all, if the shield is constantly being hit, even the strongest protective shield will eventually break. Once the shield fails and shatters, the spaceship will not be able to withstand the attacks from these external forces!

Huo Cangliang hurriedly went to the control cabin and pressed a few buttons on the control panel. After that, the Cloud Boat slowly shrank in size, and the color of the protective shield also deepened, making its defense even more robust.

The shrunken Cloud Boat suddenly accelerated, and it nimbly weaved through the gaps between the meteorites, star fragments, and various broken weapons.

Clearly, the number of times they were attacked and collided with was decreasing, which made the disciples on the ship breathe a sigh of relief.

They felt that the threat in this area had decreased significantly and no longer posed a threat to their lives.

And the Cloud Boat lived up to expectations, finally breaking out of the Chaotic Reverse-Flow Zone after an hour of travel.

Oh... yeah...

The disciples on the ship cheered and jumped for joy, craning their necks and straining to utter words that expressed their relief at surviving the ordeal.

At this moment, the sun is high in the sky, shining brightly. The golden sunlight shines on the silver flying boat, as if it is wearing a golden battle armor.

The battle suit shimmered with light, as if a golden dragon was slowly swimming across it.

But the next moment, a group of black dots slowly approached from a distance, and their speed increased.

The black dots grew larger and larger, and even shrieking sounds echoed through the air.

Holy crap!

What the hell is this thing?

Before their joy had even subsided, a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease crept into the hearts of the Azure Cloud Sect disciples.

They all stared wide-eyed at the approaching, growing larger black dot, until finally they saw it clearly...

Oh my god, those are birds, no, they should be demonic beasts, flying demonic beasts!

They were enormous, and they seemed to be coming for him.

Even the sharp-eyed disciples noticed that the birds had pure white heads, red eyes behind their heads, long beaks like sharp Longsword, and sharp claws that emitted a chilling light.

This is... a level 1 monster, no, there are also level 6 monsters— Fire-plumed White-headed Weng.

Because the monster's head is monstrous, and the long feathers on its tail are red, like flames.

They are inherently ferocious and have a fondness for eating meat and live animals.

Holy crap!

This is a deadly killing machine; the Fire-plumed White-headed Weng is infamous and notorious in the Interstellar Cloud Sea.

Especially their sharp beaks and claws.

Moreover, these birds can move in huge flocks, numbering in the thousands, which is enough to give cultivators a headache.

They could probably easily deal with one or two level 6 monstrous creatures.

After all, they were at least at the sixth level of the Saint Realm, and many even reached the seventh or eighth level. There were also quite a few ninth-level disciples, seven or eight in total.

It was neither possible for him to win the grand competition and thus be selected as a contestant to participate in the Starfield City Grand Martial Arts Tournament.

However, who wouldn't be afraid of thousands upon thousands of tons of Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul like raindrops?

This is like escaping from the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair, and in this tiger's lair there is a group of ferocious beasts, waiting with their blood-red mouths wide open for them to deliver themselves to their doorstep.

This massive group of Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul, with a flap of their wings and a whooshing sound, rushed towards the spaceship like a dark cloud.

The white-headed bulbul collided with the protective shield, making a series of thumping sounds, like the beat of a drum.

Many white-headed bulbuls rushed too fast and crashed into the protective shield, becoming dizzy and disoriented. Then their bodies fell downwards, like shooting stars with broken wings.

After a series of collisions, the group of Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul seemed to realize the problem and began attacking the protective shield with their sharp beaks and claws.

The airship immediately began to sway violently, and the protective shield, which had been impenetrable to the air, actually faded in color and even showed signs of cracking and breaking.

The people on the ship immediately became agitated. The timid ones turned ashen-faced, and some even let out screams of alarm.

Hua Qiang stood on the deck, his hands behind his back, calmly observing everything.

He glanced at his fellow disciples and shook his head inwardly. It seemed that many of them were like flowers in a greenhouse, cultivating in the sect and fighting too few fierce monsters outside. They had not developed a firm mindset, which was not conducive to their growth, nor to the sect's prosperity and longevity.

His eyes darted around, a sinister smile creeping across his face. He then looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone, we have an excellent opportunity to gain experience. Make the most of it."

I will now remove the protective shield, and then you will face these monsters directly.

I hope everyone can unite and cooperate to fight against these flying raptors. Let me test your fighting capabilities.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in dismay, their eyes filled with fear and unease. Under Hua Qiang's gaze, no one dared to utter a word of rebuttal.

Then, Hua Qiang looked at Huo Cangliang. Huo Cangliang hesitated for a moment, then made a few hand seals. Suddenly, the protective shield outside the flying boat disappeared without a trace, and the hundred sect disciples were completely exposed to the bright sunlight and the sharp claws of the Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul.

In an instant, the Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul rushed in like a surging tide.

Several quick-thinking disciples were the first to act, wielding their Longsword, the blades gleaming coldly, clashing with the white-headed old man's claws, sending Mars flying.

A tall, thin disciple, with sharp swordsmanship and agile movements, unleashed a set of "Clear Wind Swordplay," creating numerous sword shadows that temporarily forced back several White-headed Elders that had come close.

However, more white-headed bulbuls swarmed in from all directions, screeching and their attack becoming increasingly fierce.

Some disciples were skilled in magic. They chanted incantations and quickly formed hand seals, unleashing a Fireball Technique and Wind Blade Technique at the flock of birds.

The Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul are extremely agile. They darted left and right in mid-air, dodging many attacks. Only a few were hit by the spells, their feathers were singed, but this only further aroused their ferocity.

The disciples' formation began to crumble under the onslaught of the flock of birds.

A female disciple was targeted by several white-headed bulbuls, whose sharp beaks were like blades aimed at her.

The female disciple turned pale and frantically waved her Longsword, facing imminent danger.

At the critical moment, a male disciple shouted and charged over with a long sword. The sword flashed with blood as he killed several white-headed bulbuls. He himself was also scratched on the arm by a white-headed bulbul in the chaos, and blood flowed freely.

As the battle continued, the disciples gradually calmed down and began to cooperate with each other.

Some were responsible for attracting the attention of the white-headed old man, while others waited on the sidelines for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack.

A small group of disciples stood back to back, forming a defensive circle. They pointed their weapons in all directions, and whenever an old man with white hair rushed at them, they shouted in unison and worked together to repel it.

The Fireplume White-Headed Bulbul were numerous and fearless, and the battle became a stalemate.

The deck was covered with the corpses of the old man with white hair, and several disciples were also injured and lying on the ground, their fate unknown.

Hua Qiang stood aside, observing coldly, silently assessing everyone's performance, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.