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Ma Zhibin and the others launched their third ferocious charge. By now, however, the vicious birds' formation had scattered like a collapsing river of stars. Amid the interwoven, multicolored lights, they brought down only a few scattered survivors, barely managing to eliminate another small wave of enemies.
The three waves of attacks linked together beautifully, leaving the flock somewhat stunned. These Soul Douluos truly were veterans of a hundred battles.
After those three assaults, it was as though great waves had sifted the sand: the weak-feathered and broken-winged fell from the clouds one after another.
The remaining two or three thousand vicious birds all beat their wings and soared high, circling ceaselessly overhead. A chilling aura of bloodshed seeped faintly between their feathers.
Clearly, most were mid- and high-level flying Soul Beasts.
The Blue-Feathered Goshawk leading them was furious beyond measure. It abruptly beat its wings and soared, whipping up a fierce gale as three-foot rays of cold light shot from its golden eyes.
It spoke in human language, roaring, "You slaughtered the sons of my mountain and took my third brother's life! Today, I shall turn you all into bleached bones upon a lonely peak!"
Its voice boomed with the crushing might of thunder, echoing through the valley long afterward.
Unfortunately, the Soul Masters paid its furious roar no heed whatsoever.
At a time like this, how could they possibly spare the attention for this goshawk's bluster?
Besides, their resolve was firm as rock. How could its roaring sway or intimidate them?
Well, this was another Wind-Thunder War Eagle.
As the Eagle Emperor's original species before its evolution, and the source of its bloodline, having several Holy King tier Soul Beasts among them was only natural.
As its long cry tore through the