It was not a Holy Light Falcon.
It was much larger than a Holy Light Falcon, its feathers a far deeper color, its tail plumes much longer, and the Soul Power fluctuations it emitted far stronger.
Oscar was the first to speak, asking what kind of bird it was.
Ma Hongjun's voice was a little tight, as if he were suppressing something.
He spoke the name that had lingered in his mind for an entire year.
"It's... a Holy Light Luan!"
Zhao Wuji abruptly turned to look at him. Li Yusong gripped the Dragon Pattern Staff tightly, while a flicker of shock passed behind Lu Qibin's lenses.
Flender's gaze shifted back and forth between Ma Hongjun and the enormous bird, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.
"A Holy Light Luan? A top-tier Light Element Soul Beast with an ancient phoenix bloodline?"
Flender's voice was low, but Ma Hongjun did not answer.
It was not that he did not want to answer. His gaze had already been completely drawn to that bird.
The Holy Light Luan still hovered in midair, its wings utterly motionless.
It seemed to have noticed the arrival of these uninvited guests, yet it showed no reaction.
There was no panic, no wariness, no hostility. It merely hung there silently, like a divine statue gazing down upon all living things.
Dai Mubai quietly said that something was wrong.
The Soul Power fluctuations emitted by the Holy Light Luan were on an entirely different level from those of the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow. The Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow was already powerful enough, yet before it, it was like a chick.
Oscar swallowed and asked how old it was. Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes and studied it for a long time, his voice somewhat dry.
"Ten thousand years."
Those words crashed into