Although the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle had returned, Yang Zhentian did not immediately take action, but instead continued to wait.
Seeing his son's puzzled expression, Yang Zhentian said, " Podi, you must remember one thing: eagle-type Soul Beast have better vision at night than during the day. If we attack at night, the environment will be more restrictive for me than for him. The best time to attack is at noon, when the sunlight is most dazzling, which will actually limit the eagle-type Soul Beast."
"Especially with these flying Soul Beast, you should try to kill them with a single blow, otherwise they will easily escape and become difficult to track down."
After listening to these words, Yang Podi thought about it for a moment and realized that what his father said made sense; it was indeed the experience of Soul Douluo. Moreover, the place where the two of them were hiding was a full half kilometer away from the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's nest, and both the smell and the fluctuations of Soul Power were beyond the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's observation range.
Sure enough, by noon the next day, the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle had not left; instead, it had fallen asleep in its nest.
After settling his son in, Yang Zhentian concealed himself and quietly approached the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's nest.
Although tiger-type Soul Beast that have existed for ten thousand years are extremely sensitive to auras, Yang Zhentian was carrying Aura-Concealing Grass, which allowed him to get relatively close to the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.
Just as Yang Zhentian was only 100 meters away from the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle, it seemed to sense something. Not only did its ears twitch, but it also carefully sniffed the air, as if it had caught a whiff of some kind of danger. Its whole body became much more alert.
100 meters is a very close distance for a Soul Douluo. Yang Zhentian suddenly sprang up, and eight Soul Ring appeared on his body. One of them, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, flashed directly. This was his Eighth Soul Skill: Sha.
At this moment, the Soul Breaking Spear seemed capable of destroying everything in the world, swiftly piercing towards the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.
With Yang Zhentian's strength as a high-level Soul Douluo, in terms of pure combat power, he is probably already on par with experts who have just entered the Titled Douluo. How could this ten -Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast possibly withstand him?
Even though the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle reacted extremely quickly and tried its best to dodge, it still couldn't escape. Yang Zhentian's shot wasn't aimed at the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's body, but at its wings.
This earth-shattering spear thrust pierced straight through the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's wing, severing a section of it.
Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle seemed to be in pain, letting out a shrill roar. Then, ignoring its injuries, it lunged at Yang Zhentian with its claws, seemingly wanting to tear apart this enemy who dared to ambush it.
Yang Zhentian blow, did not retreat. Instead, he raised his spear and thrust it at the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle again. The tiger claws and the Soul Breaking Spear collided directly, but Yang Zhentian remained unmoved, while the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's claws were pierced with a large hole.
Seeing the enemy's formidable strength, Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle realized it was no match for him and seemed to want to retreat and flee.
But Yang Zhentian about to let him escape. He gripped his gun with both hands and launched another attack, thrusting his spear repeatedly at Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle. Before long, Iron-Feathered Fire Eagle had multiple wounds, each one very deep, with blood gushing from them. Clearly, defeat was inevitable.
The Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle, as expected of a tiger-type Soul Beast, was extremely fierce and domineering. Upon seeing this, it let out a tiger's roar, clearly intending to fight to the death, or even to self-destruct.
How could Yang Zhentian allow him to self-destruct? The fifth Soul Ring on Yang Zhentian's body flashed, and the entire Soul Breaking Spear seemed to change, becoming sharper and more profound. It was Yang Zhentian's Fifth Soul Skill: Break.
Before the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle could self-destruct, Yang Zhentian's Soul Breaking Spear pierced through its entire body.
After suffering this injury, the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle collapsed into a pool of blood, still breathing heavily, clearly on the verge of death.
However, it must be said that after experiencing such severe damage, especially Yang Zhentian's Fifth Soul Skill, which even pierced through her body, she still didn't die. The body of a ten-thousand-year-old tiger-type Soul Beast is indeed incredibly strong.
Yang Zhentian had no time to pay attention to the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle now. He immediately turned around and shouted, " Podi, come quick! This Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle is about to die!"
Upon hearing his father's words, Yang Podi quickly ran out of his hiding place and headed straight for the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's nest.
Seeing that his son had arrived, Yang Zhentian said, " Podi, you need to be sure. This Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle is 12,000 years old. Once you start absorbing the Soul Ring, there will be no turning back. If you fail to absorb it, you will be crippled at best, and your body will explode at worst."
Yang Podi glanced at his father, his face resolute, and said, "Dad, I've prepared so much. No matter what, I'm determined to try. I believe I won't fail."
Seeing his son's expression, and knowing his son's personality—once he made a decision, he would never change it— Yang Zhentian.
"Now that you've Podi, prepare to absorb the Soul Ring of this Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle. I will protect you now."
Yang Podi looked at the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle, which was on the verge of death, and summoned his Martial Soul Breaking Spear, directly stabbing it into its eyes.
Unexpectedly, even though the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle was so badly injured, it still let out a low roar and even tried to swing its remaining wing at the enemy.
Seeing this, Yang Podi activated his third Soul Ring, and the Soul Breaking Spear pierced directly into its eye, even penetrating its brain.
The Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle let out two low roars before collapsing, its body limp and lifeless. The light in its other eye went out, and it died. At the same time, a black Soul Ring appeared above its corpse.
Yang Podi glanced at his father, then sat down beside the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's corpse and began preparing to absorb the Soul Ring.
Yang Podi summoned his Martial Soul, the Soul Breaking Spear, and began to absorb the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring he had painstakingly obtained, following the method for absorbing Soul Ring.
When Soul Ring merges into the body, the pressure is far greater than anything else, countless times greater than that of one's Third Soul Ring.
In particular, a huge phantom of an Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle appeared in his mind, pouncing directly at him like a tiger descending a mountain, seemingly carrying boundless momentum.
At this moment, Yang Podi was suffering immense torment and shock, both physically and spiritually, as if he were in hell or in magma, seemingly on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Yang Podi seemed to know he was in danger, so he concentrated all his Divine Power on his Soul Breaking Spear. Instantly, a huge Soul Breaking Spear appeared in his mind, especially the tip, which shone with a spear light that seemed to pierce through everything, directly piercing through the illusory image of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle that was pouncing on him.
After being pierced, the entire phantom of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle spread out in his mind and eventually merged into his mind, and his Divine Power seemed to begin to strengthen.
As time passed, the black Soul Ring slowly merged into his body, eventually settling onto the Soul Breaking Spear in his right hand.
This absorption of the Soul Ring took an exceptionally long time, a full seven hours. Only after seven hours did Yang Podi's body begin to slowly return to calm, as if everything was over.
But Yang Podi himself did not feel that it was over, because his back seemed to be enduring great pain, as if his flesh and blood were about to be torn apart. This feeling was familiar.
As the pain intensified, the back pain became more and more severe, especially as if the skin was being torn apart.
Immediately afterwards, two objects burst forth from the skin, and when these two objects were fully extended, they resembled the wings of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.
It is the External Soul Bone: Tiger Eagle Wings.