The crimson-gold tribulation lightning transformed into a long spear and came roaring down.
Beneath the lightning tribulation, a Golden Falcon let out an unyielding long cry, and then it shot up against the heavens.
Above its golden beak, a resplendent golden giant sword took shape.
A dense sword intent erupted outward as well.
Rumble!
Sword light and lightning washed through the void, setting off the Desert Sea until it shone even more brilliantly. Countless grains of flying sand turned into a dust storm and scattered in all directions.
Before long, the lightning tribulation dispersed. The Golden Falcon was still in a rather miserable state. Its breakthrough to Nascent Soul had been somewhat forced, and it could be considered a little rushed.
In terms of the depth of its true essence, it did not count as top tier.
Thus, even though it had used sword intent with the body of a spirit beast, it had still suffered some injuries.
Only, at this moment, as it looked toward Ye Jingcheng, who had hurried over from the side, its eyes were filled with pride and hope, even carrying a bit of joy and a trace of unwillingness.
It had not used the formation.
Although it usually never fought or snatched for anything, that did not mean it felt no urgency.
From the very beginning, it had been Ye Jingcheng's strongest spirit beast, but now, the spirit beasts of the other four major attributes had all far surpassed it.
There was even a Golden-Eyed Zhu Yan with powerful talent constantly catching up from behind.
And even when it came to the breathing method, its talent was far inferior to the Golden-Scaled Beast's.
It knew that sometimes, when Ye Jingcheng looked at it, there was a little disdain, a little indifference.
So it gave up