The King of Taotie, which a shoulder-fired rocket launcher could not even wound, had been dispatched with a single hand. As easily as crushing an ant.
Chen Hao turned in midair, gave everyone a slight nod, then lowered his gaze to the Three Blue Birds.
The Three Blue Birds stood on the hillside, wings drooping, blood still seeping from its beak.
Its injuries were severe. The King of Taotie's claws had nearly pierced straight through its chest and abdomen.
Now it quietly looked up at Chen Hao. There was no fear in its golden eyes, no plea for help, only stillness.
Chen Hao flicked a finger. A golden pill flew from his fingertip and sank into the Three Blue Birds' chest.
The Three Blue Birds shuddered violently. Its feathers changed from dark purple at the roots back to blue-green, its wounds healed at a visible pace, and its damaged wings spread again with a series of cracks.
It rose to its feet and lifted its head, letting out a clear, ringing cry.
Chen Hao turned and flew deeper into Mount Lao. The blue-green figure streaked across the sky like lightning as well, disappearing beyond the mountains.
"Aaargh!!!"
Ying Wenjie slapped his thigh and let out an anguished scream. The shock on his face instantly gave way to regret, and he clutched his hair with both hands, looking as though he had lost all reason to live.
That scream instantly jolted everyone out of their lingering terror and stunned daze.
Everyone's nerves snapped taut. They raised their guns in unison and aimed all around them, their faces deathly pale. They were so tense they barely dared to breathe.
Qin Zheng's hand shot to his holster. His heart lurched as he turned toward Ying Wenjie.
Ying Wenjie looked up and gave everyone