High in the sky, the Golden Eagle and White Lion were rather taken aback when Black Wind Ridge's formation suddenly opened. But the Golden Eagle spread its wings and cried, "Great King Ten Thousand Lions, be careful. I fear this is Black Wind Ridge's last desperate throw. Let us urge our little ones to put forth more strength, break this formation completely, and see just what the Daoist cultivators are capable of!"
"Haha, if it is their last desperate throw, why bother with their formation? Kill all these demons and humans, and what use will their formation have left?" The White Lion laughed loudly, ignoring the Golden Eagle entirely. Its body flashed as it flew down the mountain.
The Golden Eagle flew into a rage. "You... if you will not go, then this king will break the formation alone!"
With a spread of its wings, light flickered all around it and a hurricane arose. The Golden Eagle's enormous form shot like a meteor toward Xiao Jian, who had revealed himself in midair. Its huge claws gave off a tearing screech as they ripped through the air, sharper even than ordinary flying swords!
"Hmph..." Xiao Jian sneered. As steady as a mountain, he waved his hand, and another flash of light flickered. The Golden Eagle's vision blurred. Though the scene before it remained the same, and it could still see the trace of contempt in Xiao Jian's eyes, an extremely ominous feeling rose from the depths of its heart.
Sure enough, before the Golden Eagle could react, its sharp claws struck an exceptionally resilient restriction. It knew this sensation all too well. "Not good!" The Golden Eagle was horrified. It knew the formation had closed and that it had struck the restriction. It hurriedly flapped its wings, preparing to fly upward,