Battle Against the Lightning Vultures

Huo Cangliang also saw Hua Qiang's slutty actions. Fire-plumed White-headed Weng, shook it, and all the feathers fell off. Then, with a swift chop, he ripped it open and emptied its contents.

Looking at his masterpiece, Hua Qiang nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

The next moment, everyone who noticed him was furious.

Damn it, I (my mother) have been fighting to the death here, and I'm exhausted.

You're leisurely eating barbecue here, you're practically inhuman!

Glug glug...

Some people's stomachs also started growling.

With the leader of the Fire-plumed White-headed Weng killed, the birds lost their command and scattered in all directions as they were chased by the others.

Quickly, they successfully repelled this wave of flying monsters.

The crisis is over.

Huo Cangliang checked the results of the battle and found that about twenty people were seriously injured, about ten people were slightly injured, and very few people were uninjured, but no one died.

Although I wasn't satisfied with the result, I was finally relieved.

"Everyone, don't just stand there. Bandage your wounds, take Pills to regulate your breathing and recover your strength. Then, gather up all the corpses of these flying monsters and roast them to eat."

"This is a powerful artifact; perhaps one of you will break through to a higher level right here and now."

Upon hearing Hua Qiang's words, everyone, including the seriously injured, looked on with eager anticipation.

After a quick tidy-up, I joined the barbecue party, and soon, one fragrant scallop after another was grilled to perfection.

Everyone started eating heartily, and just as Hua Qiang had said, more than ten people actually broke through their limits after eating, their strength reaching a new level. Cheers echoed from the flying boat.

After this battle, these people's morale and spirit have been elevated to a new level, and the confident light in their eyes is even brighter than before.

The battle they had just experienced was a baptism for them, which will play a vital role in their future cultivation and growth.

Huo Cangliang glanced at Hua Qiang, increasingly satisfied with his son-in-law.

Liu Shuyao sat with several female disciples, the surrounding laughter and chatter like a soft veil enveloping this small world.

Her face was serene, but her occasional glances seemed to drift towards where Hua Qiang was.

Shu Huaigang and his male disciples were roasting bird meat not far away. The roaring flames licked the prey on the rack, and the oil dripped down, sizzling loudly.

As the male disciples skillfully turned the roasting meat, they boasted enthusiastically about how brave they were and how many demonic beasts they had killed. Their animated expressions made it seem as if they were the most valiant heroes in the world.

Liu Shuyao responded casually to the people who tried to strike up conversations with her, but her mind seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and she would steal glances at Hua Qiang from time to time.

Those eyes held a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe—perhaps admiration, perhaps wonder, or perhaps simply awe.

Shu Huaigang accidentally discovered Liu Shuyao's little trick, and his heart felt like it had been hit hard. A wave of bitterness welled up in his heart, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on his face.

If it were someone else, he might be able to fight back with his passion and love, but the other party was Hua Qiang, a figure who was feared throughout the entire sect.

Everyone knows that anyone who tries to cause him trouble either gets beaten to death or disappears.

He doesn't want to be the next one.

Hua Qiang was focused on eating the barbecue. The golden and crispy skin, roasted by the flames, broke apart between his teeth, releasing a rich aroma.

Suddenly, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of alertness flashed in his deep eyes.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze in that instant, and he felt a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

The others noticed Hua Qiang's unusual behavior, and their previously relaxed and cheerful hearts suddenly tightened again, as if gripped by an invisible hand, making them so tense they could hardly breathe.

Soon, they realized what trouble they were in.

A dark shadow blocked out the sunlight in the sky, and a group of Lightning Vulture loomed down like dark clouds.

These level seven or eight monsters were surrounded by crackling lightning, and their sharp cries pierced the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

There were numerous Lightning Vulture, numbering in the hundreds, whose large wings flapped, creating gusts of wind.

Hua Qiang grinned, a smile that was unrestrained and bold, with a hint of malice. "Brothers and sisters, your business is here again."

"I, the Supreme Lord, will back you up!"

Upon hearing this, although everyone was apprehensive, they all stood up and quickly formed teams.

The male disciples formed a defensive formation in the front row, gripping their weapons tightly, like an impregnable iron wall.

His eyes revealed a resolute determination, a fearlessness in the face of battle and a yearning for survival.

The female disciples were in the back row, their weapons flashing with various colors as they launched ranged attacks.

In an instant, swords flashed Sword Qi surged, wreaking Lightning Vulture.

Liu Shuyao also put aside her distracting thoughts, and began to wield her long whip to kill the Lightning Vulture.

The Lightning Vulture surged forward like a tidal wave, instantly engaging in fierce combat with the crowd.

The male disciples in the front row brandished longswords, Longsword, and battle axes, engaging in close combat with the swooping Lightning Vulture.

Each swing of the weapon created a whistling sound, intertwining with the shrieking of Lightning Vulture.

A giant Lightning Vulture charged toward Shu Huaigang, its claws like hooks, gleaming with a cold light, its eyes filled with ferocity.

Shu Huaigang took a deep breath, shouted, and slashed his long sword upwards, precisely meeting the Lightning Vulture eagle's claws.

The metal clashed, sparks flew, and he used the force to turn around, his longsword slashing towards the neck of the Lightning Vulture. A spurt of blood sprayed out, and the Lightning Vulture thrashed a few times before falling to the ground.

However, the Lightning Vulture eagles attacked wave after wave, using their speed to hover in the air, sometimes scattering and sometimes gathering, launching surprise attacks from all angles.

Many people were injured quickly. Fortunately, everyone teamed up and entrusted their backs to their teammates, which reduced the number of injuries. However, Lightning Vulture were constantly being killed.

The battle had reached a fever pitch; the ground was littered with the corpses of the Lightning Vulture, and the airship deck was stained crimson with blood.

Most of them were injured and exhausted, but their fighting spirit burned even brighter in their eyes.

They supported and cooperated with each other, engaging in a fierce battle with the Lightning Vulture.

With the final cry of the last Lightning Vulture Eagle, this thrilling battle finally came to an end.

Looking at each other's disheveled yet triumphant expressions, the crowd couldn't help but cheer.

The cheers echoed through the sea of clouds for a long time, as if they were a hymn to their heroic battle.