In a vast valley that branched out in all directions, Song Yan stood above a stretch of azure river, her face slightly pale. The ground was pitted with holes, and several enormous craters billowed black smoke.
The Black-Pattern Sea-Devouring Whale lay sprawled on the ground, its body covered in wounds and riddled with horrific bloody holes. Blood flowed without end; it had long since stopped breathing.
There was also a huge pit in the ground, filled with a puddle of mangled flesh.
A golden falcon appeared high in the sky. With its wings spread, it spanned over a hundred zhang. Countless golden arcs of lightning danced over its body, while thick bolts of golden lightning tore across the heavens and struck toward Song Yan.
Song Yan clutched a short ruler gleaming with blue light, her eyes brimming with terror.
She had only just used a treasure to kill the fifth-rank demon beast guarding the ancient cultivator's cave abode, yet a fifth-rank mid-grade Wind-Thunder Falcon had unexpectedly emerged, one adept in wind and lightning techniques.
Her spirit beast, the Black-Pattern Sea-Devouring Whale, had met a miserable death at the Wind-Thunder Falcon's claws, and Song Yan herself had suffered a minor loss. Had she been at her peak, even if she could not defeat it, she could still have retreated unscathed.
There was actually a fifth-rank mid-grade Wind-Thunder Falcon in the Buried Immortal Ruins. Had she known this, she never would have come alone. She certainly would have invited several more Spirit Transformation cultivators.
The fifth-rank mid-grade Wind-Thunder Falcon was exceedingly troublesome, with incredibly swift reactions. Song Yan had no way to deal with it.
The blue jade ruler in her hand suddenly bloomed with dazzling blue light. The river below began to churn violently, surging into the sky and transforming into