After Ning Shaofeng and Meng Changgeng arrived, neither rushed to seize the prize. Instead, they both looked up at the battle in midair.
Boom!
A golden blade of light swept across the valley, tearing through the red, radiant mist.
The Crimson-Gold Thunderwind Eagle beat its wings and darted sideways, its enormous body moving so fast that only a blurred afterimage remained. Its wings stirred fierce winds, and countless purple arcs of lightning gathered along its golden feathers, forming a thunderbolt that struck at Luo Yun.
Luo Yun swung his saber in midair, meeting the thunderbolt head-on.
A deafening roar echoed through the rift. Violent shock waves poured down from above, shaking loose stones from the rock walls on both sides. The Cloud-Treading Beasts beneath the riders grew restless, snorting and backing away uneasily.
Ning Shaofeng tightened his reins and narrowed his eyes. After watching for a moment, he quickly recognized the Golden Scale Armor on Luo Yun.
"A Golden Scale Guard from the Martial Temple."
His voice was grave, but there was little fear on his face. Instead, a smile slowly spread across it.
"Better to arrive at the right moment than to arrive early."
Luo Yun and the Crimson-Gold Thunderwind Eagle were already locked in a fierce, inseparable struggle.
Man and beast were both focused entirely on each other, and their battlefield had gradually shifted from above the stone pit into the depths of the rift. Neither would have time to spare for the Crimson Tide Essence below anytime soon.
Ning Shaofeng's gaze shifted to the stone pit.
More than a dozen pieces of Crimson Tide Spirit Essence lay scattered among the red crystals, even the smallest as large as a walnut. The largest was the size of an infant's head, perfectly translucent, with radiant light swirling inside as