The Flying Bird wore a look of disdain. It thought a mere rogue could actually stand against it? It opened its beak and spat out nearly pure-black flames. A sphere was nestled in the flames, and it gave Lu Yin the faintest hint of danger—but only the faintest.
Lu Yin shook his arm, sending his power crashing into the void and keeping the Black Flame at bay. His body withered as he reached straight for the black sphere.
He caught it.
The moment it touched his hand, he felt as if he were about to melt. His arm quickly recovered. Lu Yin raised an eyebrow. Its destructive power was impressive. It could make his withered flesh recover, which meant it could hurt him. The Flying Bird must be no ordinary creature to live in the Immortal Feather Civilization.
But then Lu Yin's eyes snapped open. The black sphere shattered in his palm with a light crack. The fragments, charged with the Black Flame's extreme heat, were driven straight toward the Flying Bird. It was stunned. What kind of monster is this? It remembered now: this creature had emerged from a coffin of the Unknown. And that appearance—was it human?
The Flying Bird immediately retreated. Its speed rivaled Instant Movement, enough to make time itself seem to stop. Yet Lu Yin appeared right in front of it and brought down his palm.
The Black Flame's extreme heat slammed into the Flying Bird. It let out a shrill cry. "Human! You're human!"
Lu Yin snorted. There was nothing particularly special about the Flying Bird. It was merely incredibly fast and wielded Black Flame. As long as he dealt with those two advantages, it would be easy to handle.
But across the entire Cubic Distance, how many could truly suppress this Flying Bird