"A-Ming, you're here!" Ruan Qingzhu's face lit up. "Have you dealt with all the monsters below?"
"Yes." Wu Ming nodded and smiled faintly. "You did very well. Leave the rest to me."
With that, he turned toward the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle.
A clear flicker of hesitation passed through the monster's eye when it saw a second person appear.
But at the thought of its other eye, which had been stabbed blind, its fury instantly overwhelmed its reason. It raised its head and let out a piercing screech, then beat its wings fiercely and charged recklessly toward them.
"Not running away? Just what I wanted."
As Wu Ming watched the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle charge, a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.
Ruan Qingzhu's force of will amplitude was only fourfold, after all. Although she could injure this Intermediate Lord, killing it in a single strike required all four flying swords to hit its vitals simultaneously.
With the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle consciously dodging, that was almost impossible for her.
But Wu Ming was different.
With a fourteenfold force of will amplitude and 67,000 kilograms of psychic force, his maximum output exceeded 930,000 kilograms-almost twice that of a Peak War God!
Even with four flying swords in each group, he could form three groups with the power of a High-Level Warlord, each capable of slaying the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle.
And that was precisely what happened.
As the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle attacked, Wu Ming willed twelve flying swords to separate in midair. They formed three arrays, glinting coldly in the sky as they sealed off its escape routes from different directions.
Cold light blazed, and the swords tore through the sky like thunderbolts.
The Black-Crowned Golden Eagle's remaining pupil contracted. It finally realized that the human youth before it was not merely no weaker,