"Chirp!"
Suddenly, a piercing bird cry echoed through the canyon, and a massive purple-black bird, about a meter in length, swooped down from the cliffside.
The bird's wings unfurled, each feather tip resembling razor-sharp bone spikes that exuded an icy, chilling aura at just a glance.
"The Wind Thunder Bird is here! Blood Refining Realm members, get ready! When I give the order to attack, aim above it to suppress its flying height!"
After issuing his command, Mu Qingyuan drew his longsword and stepped out into the open to act as bait, drawing the Wind Thunder Bird's attention.
"Qingwen, Qinghe, the eyes and the soft flesh under the wings are its weak spots. You two must focus your attacks there with full force! Otherwise, if the Holy Pill Sect disciples patrolling nearby discover us, we're finished!"
"Chirp chirp!"
