Three Wind-Riding Divine Eagles lined up in the air. With each beat of their wings, fierce winds howled, threaded with surging, terrifying Demonic Essence that condensed into countless fine yet devastating Wind Blades.
Merely hearing the furious roar of the wind by their ears made all seven people present pale drastically, their expressions turning grave without realizing it.
They wanted to strike back, but the flying boat beneath them swayed unsteadily in the wind. Resisting the dreadful gale, like a rain of blades, already consumed no small amount of their energy.
"Don't panic, everyone. These demonic beasts may not be here for us."
At the edge of the deck, two sharp lights flashed in Xu Yang's eyes as he suddenly spoke.
"Hm? They're not here for us? Then they are... I see. They're after the Dustless Sword's Artifact Spirit."
Li Piaoyu's eyes rolled as she fixed her gaze beyond the flying boat, the first to react.
Following her gaze, the others finally saw that the Dustless Sword's Artifact Spirit, which had been happily circling the flying boat moments ago, was now being tugged by three powerful currents of Demonic Essence and slowly drawn toward the three Wind-Riding Divine Eagles that had suddenly appeared nearby.
The black-and-white birdlike strange beast had rice-grain-sized eyes filled with panic. It frantically beat its wings, yet could not break free from or resist those three astonishing currents of Demonic Essence.
"These beasts do have an eye for treasure. A Magical Treasure's Artifact Spirit is an Innate Spiritual Object. To demonic beasts, devouring one would be a tremendous tonic."
"If that kid still doesn't act, the Artifact Spirit he obtained with such difficulty won't be his for much longer."
The heterochromatic-eyed youth snorted coldly and immediately shouted. He turned to glance at where Su Shi'er stood