Seeing the Purple-Gold Eagle land, Feng Jun instinctively wanted to draw the Mountain-River Seal and brutally kill it outright.
But there was still the same problem: activating the Mountain-River Seal would definitely cause spiritual energy fluctuations.
Feng Jun flickered forward, taking the risk of quietly flying toward the creature with a sniper rifle in hand.
He planned to conceal his killing intent, get within roughly two hundred meters, and land a steady shot... or even three or four.
But after he had flown just over a hundred meters, the Purple-Gold Eagle seemed to notice his movement. With a beat of its wings, it shot into the sky.
Within the Mirage Miasma, Feng Jun could not see its reaction. But the distance between them was still less than four hundred meters, and such a huge eagle had suddenly taken flight while he was watching that direction. Naturally, he could feel the gusts from its wings.
Did it really need to be this vigilant? He felt even more speechless—how had this thing discovered him approaching?
Although his plan had failed, Feng Jun was not anxious. He slightly changed direction and flew along slowly, occasionally entering the Phone Plane to check whether the creature was following him.
Sure enough, the Purple-Gold Eagle was still following not far behind him. He was truly curious: was it unaffected by the Mirage Miasma? Or was the power of hatred really that great?
Curious though he was, he continued flying forward at an unhurried pace. At that moment, he had completely ignored any other possible killing threats. Those were merely potential dangers; the one behind him was the true threat lurking at his heart.
To keep that feathered beast from growing suspicious, he gradually increased his speed. Before long, he reached the place where he had scattered