The Battle of Serpent and Bird

In this world, the power of the strong always far exceeds their body weight.

As for Spirit Readers, the force they can exert through controlled weapons is even more astonishing.

Although Bai Yang's Psychokinesis hadn't reached that level, because it could directly affect living beings, he was instead able to perform this kind of temporary body manipulation.

Under the combined effect of his Psychokinesis and a full-force strike, that Half-Dragon Black-Line Snake was uncontrollably sent flying upward.

Though it only rose a mere ten meters—nothing to a creature of its size—

this was a signal!

The flying monsters in the sky all had exceptional eyesight. Provoked like this, how could they hold back?

The moment Bai Yang withdrew his hands, he heard a howling roar from above.

These sky monsters cackled eerily and dove toward the ground in a frenzy!

The steel beaks on their mouths and the iron claws on their feet gleamed with cold light, proving they were ready for a feast.

They could no longer resist this grand meal before them!

Without a second thought, Bai Yang used a Blink Step and dashed toward the building where the Blood Brake Squad was hiding.

The surrounding terrain had been scouted in advance, and he had obtained all this information through the master-servant link.

Two seconds later, he slipped into a seven- or eight-story building that was built exceptionally sturdy.

Everyone was waiting for him there. Almost every squad member was injured, some even missing arms or legs, now crippled.

Even An Zhengxin was badly hurt—his protective suit completely ruined, a large chunk of flesh torn from his back.

Bai Yang asked, "How strong are these birds?"

"At least three of them are early War God Level leaders. The whole flock is about a hundred strong, with over twenty high-level War Generals.

As for the rest, we didn't have time to count. We could only lure them here while fleeing for our lives," An Zhengxin replied.

Bai Yang reached out and gently pressed on the most severely injured, then turned back and said, "As long as everyone can survive, that's good. Rest for a bit—I'll activate your cells' power.

Don't worry. Even if half your body is gone, it can slowly grow back."

This great battle wouldn't end anytime soon, so Bai Yang took the chance to heal everyone thoroughly.

He had absolute control over them and temporarily blocked the pain of the worst-injured, letting them rest better.

Soon, many wounds healed at an astonishing speed.

For those who had lost parts of their bodies, new limbs began to slowly grow back.

As long as they replenished enough food afterward, they would recover fully.

Once done, Bai Yang walked to the window and began observing the battle's progress.

The fight was now nearing its climax.

These natural enemies were both masters of slaughter. In less than five minutes, the hundreds of small snakes on the field had been nearly wiped out by the birds.

Only a few dozen high-level War General Black-Line Snakes still held out against the crazed, gluttonous birds.

The flying monsters had suffered losses too, but far less than the snakes.

They had lost only about twenty or thirty. The rest were either ganging up on the high-level War General venomous snakes

or circling the battlefield, cheering on their leaders in the critical fight.

By now, that Half-Dragon Black-Line Snake had lost its former might.

Five early War God birds had cornered it with no escape above or below.

These monsters, likely originally Seagulls, were extremely cunning and sly, and even knew how to coordinate.

They attacked from different angles, working together with perfect tacit understanding.

They had already gouged out one of the Half-Dragon's eyes and left countless wounds all over its body.

At this rate, the Black-Line Snake would inevitably become their meal.

The Half-Dragon itself knew this and no longer cared about its underlings.

It had tried several times to break out alone, but the birds forced it back.

"That won't do. It'd be best if you all wiped each other out."

Without its most lethal venom fangs—those four weapons—

that snake seemed to have no chance of turning things around. It was only a matter of time.

Bai Yang climbed out the window, hovered in midair, and headed back toward the battlefield.

Calculating the distance, he stopped just outside the birds' field of vision, yet still within range of his Psychokinesis.

He opened his backpack and pulled out those four terrifying venom fangs.

He simultaneously manipulated four fangs, intending to use them as telekinetic weapons.

With him controlling them, it was far more formidable than when the Half-Jiao used them itself.

Bai Yang had observed for a while; among these five elementary lord flying beasts, their strength varied.

Seizing an opportunity, he manipulated the four venomous fangs, suddenly shooting them up from the ground, attacking the weakest of the flock!

The four snake fangs flew with incredible speed, and what was more terrifying was their insidious, vicious angles.

That smallest flying beast had never encountered such a situation.

The moment it detected the attack, it panicked and flustered, utterly failing to dodge.

The four venomous fangs struck its body almost simultaneously, with barely any interval!

Then Bai Yang swiftly recalled them with his control!

At this moment, he was only a high-level war general; these four fangs looked intimidating.

In truth, when they struck the beast's feathers, which were harder than steel, they inflicted little damage.

They merely left four shallow cuts, far from fatal.

Though the venom inside was potent, after so long, much of it had already volatilized on its own.

It only had a slight paralytic effect; killing the flying bird instantly was still beyond reach.

Even so, that flying beast let out a piercing shriek, as if it were already done for.

It flapped its wings desperately a few times, could no longer hold on, and plummeted toward the ground.

The Half-Jiao finally had an opportunity—why would it hesitate?

Escape was certainly impossible; killing one first to break even was the way to go!

It immediately braced against the attacks of the others, opened its massive maw, and swallowed the falling bird whole!

This frightened the other four beasts into panic, and they quickly flew higher, daring not to attack again.

These two monster species were truly sworn enemies; after the Half-Jiao devoured that flying bird, its condition immediately improved significantly.

The four flying beasts had no idea why their companion had suddenly faltered.

But the undeniable truth was that the snake before them was the culprit.

After a moment, fear gradually gave way to a surge of shared enmity, and they attacked even more ferociously than before.

Bai Yang knew when to stop; he swiftly retrieved the snake fangs and continued watching.

This great battle lasted over ten minutes.

Both of the Half-Jiao's eyes were gouged out, and many parts of its body bore wounds deep enough to reveal bone.

The four flying beasts were no better off; one had a wing injury so severe it could barely stay aloft.

And once it landed, it would immediately die, becoming vital nourishment for the Black-Line Snake's recovery.

Both sides had reached their final stand; it was no surprise whichever lost.

Bai Yang felt the flying beasts still held a greater advantage; if worst came to worst, the other three flying monsters could still escape.

It was time for him to step in and wrap things up.