What was more, the Gray Eagle seemed to be gliding right above Tang Changsheng's head without flying away. A bad feeling grew in his heart.
That feathered beast seems to have its eye on me... If Tang Changsheng had had a Rifle, he would not have hesitated to aim at it and shoot it down.
Unfortunately, he had no such gun. Perhaps because the laws of this world were different, many precision devices from the modern world were utterly useless here.
But Tang Changsheng was a Mage, and more importantly, he had a Treasured Artifact. If he could not deal with one feathered beast, that would be a joke as big as the heavens.
Much of what Modern Weapons could do, Dao Arts could do too. Even what Modern Weapons could not do, Dao Arts could!
Tang Changsheng took out the Three Realms Mirror and aimed it at the feathered beast. In an instant, it captured the beast in the mirror, every feather clearly visible.
The Three Realms Mirror could peer through all Three Realms with ease. What was a mere thousand meters to it?
Tang Changsheng's spiritual sense locked onto the feathered beast through the Three Realms Mirror.
The beast was quick-witted. Sensing danger at once, it beat its wings and tried to climb higher.
But its wings had barely moved when Tang Changsheng's mental power plunged into its Sea of Consciousness.
Though the feathered beast had a touch of the supernatural, its intelligence was low and its Sea of Consciousness pitifully small and crude. Tang Changsheng easily reached another consciousness within it.
At that very moment, dozens of miles away, a Barbarian force was advancing. It was not large, numbering only a few hundred.
But these Tribal Stockade Barbarians were clearly a vanguard. Every one of them was