"Heh heh heh..."
Accompanied by a spine-chilling laugh, the Old Eagle Clan Chief's voice echoed through the air:
"Brat, your illusions are nothing but trash to me. Die!"
His blood-red divine eyes blazed like burning flames, instantly seeing through the illusions Su Qing had cast.
Then he plunged downward like a bolt of lightning, moving so fast that he seemed to transcend the bounds of time.
In the blink of an eye, the Old Eagle Clan Chief's sharp, steel-hard talons seized Su Qing's arm with savage force.
Su Qing had no time to react. All he felt was a surge of excruciating pain, as though his entire body were being torn apart.
"Aah...!"
Su Qing let out a piercing scream that echoed through the empty sky, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Those sharp talons pierced straight through his arm. Blood spurted out like a gushing spring, staining his clothes red.
Without the slightest mercy, the Old Eagle Clan Chief swiftly carried Su Qing into the sky, preparing to rip him apart.
Su Qing struggled desperately in midair, but his strength was utterly insignificant before the Old Eagle Clan Chief.
"Spare me! I'm also of the demon race! They forced me into this! I'll surrender! Please spare me!"
Su Qing's pleas echoed through the air, filled with terror and despair.
Fear had long since consumed his heart. Su Mei and the elders of his clan had forced him to come; he had never willingly taken part in this battle.
Now his very life was in grave danger. If he did not surrender, he feared he would truly be sent to the Yellow Springs.
"Oh? How am I supposed to trust you?"
Circling in the sky, the Old Eagle Clan Chief looked at Su Qing with some surprise and silently considered