At first, the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast had merely sensed the aura of a Saint Martial Stage demonic beast.
But as the dragon's roar and the terrifying, shadowy wind pressure arrived, it had already identified what kind of demonic beast this was.
It was the Dark Wing Dragon Eagle.
Pei Yusheng's face grew ever more shocked. He stared at Sikong Jing in utter disbelief, his gaze locked tightly onto him.
The next moment... whoosh!
A colossal dragon eagle appeared in the distant northern sky. Its form grew larger and larger as it approached, only coming to a halt after landing beside Sikong Jing and the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion.
In an instant, the auras of two Saint Martial Stage demonic beasts collided madly in the air.
Terrifying Saint Martial demon power seemed to blast outward for thousands of miles in every direction...
Then, the Dark Wing Dragon Eagle fixed its gaze on the other side and replied in a deep voice, "A Saint Martial Stage Wind Thunder Roaring Beast."
Before Pei Yusheng and the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast could recover their senses... swish, swish!
Sikong Jing and Murong Jianyun, each carrying Pei Yupo, leaped from the Armor-Splitting Flying Scorpion onto the Dark Wing Dragon Eagle's head. Then Sikong Jing smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Pei, shouldn't you change your terms?"
By now, a full five days had passed since they had been hunted by the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast.
The reason Sikong Jing had been willing to stop and negotiate earlier was naturally because he had already sensed in advance that the Saint Martial Dark Wing Dragon Eagle was about to arrive. Thus, he had no fear whatsoever of whether Pei Yusheng's negotiations concealed some trap...
Although he, the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, could only be considered a young