"Black robes! Net!"
Ziyi Shi was not about to watch him escape!
This was a battle!
It could even be called a battle between the Kunpeng race and the Human Race!
After all, Old Ancestor Kunpeng himself was the Kunpeng race's only current patriarch!
And battles between races did not require any martial honor!
As Ziyi Shi spoke.
A robe instantly appeared between heaven and earth!
As the robe fell, it rapidly unraveled!
What finally descended!
Was actually a finely woven fishing net!
This was perfectly normal!
As the inventor of thread and the art of weaving, Ziyi Shi had naturally also invented things like fishing nets and bamboo baskets!
Old Ancestor Kunpeng, who had transformed into a Kun, watched a massive fishing net descend!
He immediately took countermeasures!
"Wooo~"
An ethereal sound rang out in the sky!
It was the cry of a Kun!
As Old Ancestor Kunpeng cried out, the power of wind and thunder suddenly appeared around him!
Bitterly cold, fierce winds carrying azure lightning instantly surrounded Old Ancestor Kunpeng's body!
The fishing-net divine ability Ziyi Shi had unleashed fell upon Old Ancestor Kunpeng's body.
Most of it was immediately blocked by the power of wind and thunder!
"Screee!"
Another piercing cry rang out!
Old Ancestor Kunpeng, who had assumed the form of a Kun, leaped like a fish!
The power of wind and thunder surrounding him suddenly grew even stronger!
Finally, the scales covering his sleek body gradually turned into feathers!
His fish head suddenly sharpened as well, and a curved beak formed on it!
A pair of wings carrying the power of wind and thunder abruptly spread from the formerly bare sides of his fish body!
They cast a shadow over hundreds of thousands of miles of land!
Kunpeng spread his wings and soared,