Chu Feng was lost in a pleasant fantasy, but danger crept up on him.
A fierce wind surged toward him. Something lunged at Chu Feng, his heart raced, and his Spiritual Awareness sounded a warning.
Although Chu Zhiyuan had sealed away most of what Chu Feng had gained from practicing the Breathing Method over the past decade or so, his mind remained immensely powerful. He could sense things others could not.
With his keen senses and strong body, Chu Feng reacted in time and dodged the unknown creature's attack.
A metallic clang rang out. Two sets of sharp talons raked the mountain rock, actually striking sparks!
It was a Golden Eagle, gold from head to tail without a single stray feather.
Compared with an ordinary Golden Eagle, it was enormous. Every beat of its wings whipped up a gale.
Chu Feng stared at the Golden Eagle, his pupils contracting.
"A bird that big?"
A mutated Golden Eagle?
It was practically a Roc.
The Golden Eagle cocked its head and watched Chu Feng. Its eyes gleamed with ferocity, but it did not attack again.
Some animals were especially perceptive. It seemed to have sensed that Chu Feng was no ordinary man either.
Had it encountered Chu Feng somewhere remote, it certainly would not have let him go so easily. But this was no place for a drawn-out fight.
Chu Feng and the Golden Eagle faced each other, but the standoff did not last long.
Other creatures arrived, making the situation even more complicated.
There were three Snow Leopards far larger than others of their kind, and a glossy black Yak with a pair of thick horns.
Six unusually large wolves appeared as well, along with a Tibetan Mastiff.
One man and twelve beasts each held a position of their own. Chu