The Black Tiger bathed in azure lightning, striking the chest of the Bi Fang Divine Bird, sending feathers flying.
The Divine Bird flapped its wings forcefully, nearly tearing the Black Tiger's form apart, splitting it in two.
However, with a mere thought from Lu Chenzhou, the Black Tiger healed again, roaring as it charged toward the Divine Bird.
"Three dead things, your power has no source, and it will run dry sooner or later."
Lu Chenzhou stood with his hands behind his back, not even glancing directly at the Yan Ming Realm Venerable.
The true enemies were the obsessions of these dead gods like Bi Fang.
It was they who influenced the direction of the Divine Race; the Yan Ming Realm Venerable might just be a puppet.
Without the divine foundation, Yan Ming is just an ordinary Eight Realms being, far inferior to Black Boat and Kunxu Ancestor.
The tiger battled Bi Fang, causing tidal impacts of spiritual confrontation across hundreds of thousands of miles.
