The moment Xiong Yi heard it, he knew it was Yuan Ya's voice. He hurriedly looked over. Sure enough, a dozen or so miles ahead to the left, Yuan Ya was urging his body forward, leading more than a dozen giant dragons as he flew over. Seeing an eagle-shaped great demon charging in with troops, he immediately brandished his bone spear and met it head-on!
That great demon possessed the bloodline of the Golden-Winged Great Peng of Zheqiong Ridge. Seeing how profound and unfathomable the formation laid down by the Creation Sect disciples was, he knew that although the Daoist sect cultivator flying out of it was merely at the sixth-grade Yuan force, he might not gain any advantage if he attacked directly. Just as he was considering whether to strike, he heard Yuan Ya curse at the formation, and anger rose within him as well. The great demon stretched out his neck and gave a long cry. "Caw..." His wings spread wide, spanning several hundred zhang, and his entire demon body shot into the sky. Then he abruptly wheeled around and dove down like a mountain. The eagle claws descending from the air not only gave off a shrill howl of wind, but tore cracks into the void itself!
"Good!" Yuan Ya narrowed his eyes and roared. Black true qi flickered around his body. This true qi differed from demonic qi; no demon heads or demonic flames emerged from it. Yet when it entered the bone spear, demonic qi arose from the shaft. Countless thumb-sized demon heads emerged from within the bone spear and rushed along its length toward the tip! Once the demonic qi and demon heads had swept through the entire bone spear, a demonic dragon wreathed in demonic qi emerged from Yuan Ya's hand. Roaring, the