"Raging Wind Slash!"
Along the way, above a forest, a long-unseen flash of blue-green light appeared. As the Golden-Plumed Splitfeather Roc beat its wings, a blue-green Gang Edge materialized out of thin air and shot toward a running deer below.
The Golden-Plumed Splitfeather Roc's Raging Wind Slash rivaled the Gale Berserker Wolf's in power!
Rip!
The deer's body abruptly split open, blood spraying out in great sheets and pooling across the ground.
"Excellent! Its own fighting strength is no weaker than an ordinary supreme-grade spirit creature's. It truly deserves to be called a king among rocs!"
Fang Qianyuan noticed that the Golden-Plumed Splitfeather Roc was a capable hunter. The Pine Mountain King seemed to have deliberately trained it in this from an early age. With a Splitfeather Roc's eyesight and ability to control the wind, calculating its prey's running speed and automatically adjusting while moving at high speed was hardly difficult.
This was an innate instinct of many birds of prey. Once brought out through training, it made them qualified spirit creatures.
Attacking with a flying Gang Edge was somewhat harder, but the principles were the same. Even if this Golden-Plumed Splitfeather Roc had not mastered the spell, Fang Qianyuan was confident he could teach it.
"You've been flying for so long that you must be getting tired. Let's stop and rest for a while!"
Sensing the spirit essence of the spirit creature beneath him, Fang Qianyuan issued a command, directing it toward the prey it had just killed and bringing it to a stop.
Rustle, crack!
Dead branches snapped and fallen leaves scattered as the Golden-Plumed Splitfeather Roc's enormous body descended. It soon planted itself firmly in the forest clearing below.
Fang Qianyuan jumped down, formed the Hand Seal of Presence, and summoned Little White, the Golden-Eyed Thunder Eagle,