Along with the sound of a cry, sound waves spread like ripples, dispersing the clouds in the sky.
The clouds cleared away, revealing the Wing Race Demon King that made the cry, perched on the head of the Giant Demon that carried the Qionglou. It blocked the dazzling sunlight like a dark cloud.
It was a black bird.
Like an eagle.
Like a crow.
In short, it resembled everything yet nothing in particular.
It flapped its wings slowly as it descended, with a clear target: the Giant Demon carrying the Qionglou.
"Sect Leader, look at that." Lin Kewu's eyes flickered with astonishment as he stood on the deck, one hand gripping the ship's side, the other raising involuntarily to point at the Wing Race Demon King.
"So big."
"It's almost a hundred zhang, isn't it?"
Yang Xi and the others stood on the deck, unable to help but marvel.
