If they had been fighting enemy troops, then death would have been death. But fighting demons was different—the Flying Eagle Soldiers were already terrified, especially after seeing people devoured alive. They trembled with fear, and the formation they had barely maintained collapsed in an instant.
Unfortunately, Master Pan had no time to command the Flying Eagle Soldiers. He was currently wielding a pitch-black iron tower that looked as though it had been cast from bronze and forged from iron, battling the Black Bear Spirit with great gusto. The Black Bear Spirit appeared exceedingly bedraggled, forced by Master Pan to dart left and block right, even spitting out its demon core. Yet Master Pan knew that the Black Bear Spirit was exceedingly cunning. It almost never fought him head-on. Whether it was the demonic spear, the demon core, or even the demon qi controlled by the Black Bear Spirit, none truly met his iron tower or Vast Righteous Qi. Every attack and defense merely touched and fled, as though it were stalling for time!
Since the Black Bear Spirit was stalling, Master Pan had even more reason to stall. He did not care in the least about Great King Wan Chou. What he was waiting for was the arrival of the Immortal Slaying Crossbows. He firmly believed that once the Immortal Slaying Crossbows appeared, these demons hiding within Black Cloud Ridge would be no different from ordinary black bears, destined only to be skewered and roasted in a string.
Sure enough, before half the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted bear demon let out a roar. Black light flickered between its claws as it tore apart a flying eagle. Its blood basin of a mouth then opened with a roar, ready to devour